e-Trolls - Charli Wiggill

Beware my brothers

the e-Trolls are coming

scavenging on pre-existing

roads

are freeways no more

they eat up the

tar

and feather the bastards

e-Trolls have

corpulent politicians

attached to backs

like the Hunchback

of Gauteng

they drink up our fuel levy

they gobble up our roads

they squander our purse

Offering taxis a break

they break the taxpayers

register willingly

they’ll tax you

register namelessly

they’ll tax you to death

smash your car

with a monetary sledgehammer

Government has forgotten

its promise, its people

Ministers blue light by

day and by night

frighten people off the roads

kill people off their roads

Beware, my brothers

The e-Trolls are coming

Elephantine Irony - Charli Wiggill

Squatting in the midst of time

Durban’s once magnificent elephants,

stillborn

flail to travel their ancient paths

Tsk, tsk – these pachyderms

stand stridently ‘gainst sand, sea and sky

African elephants are welcome in other cities

But not in an African one

Rusting noisily beneath flimsy plastic foliage

once shot out by colonial hunters

now shot out by corrupt politicians -

a bureaucracy with small-trunk syndrome, perhaps?

Haemorrhaging their guts into political waters

their truncated futures uncertain

caged in steel with hearts of granite

barred by supposed servants of the people

Their underbellies rumble through the populace –

five tons of bellow refuses to die down

small herd is heard beyond concrete

pernickety policy-makers refuse to listen

This quagmire of elephantine proportions

bogged down in a whole lot of bull –

you can bring an elephant to water,

but you can’t make a politician drink (water, that is)

The electeds have a rather thick-skinned hide-and-seek:

like chattering monkeys at a waterhole

assembled council can’t see the leaves for the fleas

wildly trumpeting haughty self-absorption

nkosi-gevaar lurking under every leaf

like an ever-present elephant in the ancillary dis-services -

think - if you’re brave enough, oh wise ones

free these silver-grey beasts forever from City Hall

Sandy Bay - Charli Wiggill

Bodyscape of torsos

Lounging in the buff

Parade of quizzy visitors

To look at dick or muff

Cake flour smooth bums lie there

Waiting to be baked

Browned and gingered, tanned fair

Some with cream are faked

Volleyball played on the beach

Wobbly bits adangle

Model bods just out of reach

For most an awkward angle

With families and singles too

Just as nature intended

Too conservative we are to view

So outings are suspended