25 October 2019

Sonnet for Hannibal, a poem by Rethabile Masilo

We heave skyward with a bolder
Push, from the broad of our backs,

With Sisyphus’s old boulder
In the way and blood in our tracks.

Our elephants cross the Pyrénées,
Reach the limits of Rome, where we fight

Everything we encounter, the way
Man counts on himself, then head right

back to Carthage, losing combatants
and beasts to the elements. We take

nothing except what our opponents
took from us, till the sun soaks back

into us and what we decide to do:
is sit, with a smile, and wait for you.

Image of Hannibal Barca

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