THE MASTER OF THE HOUSE by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali

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Master, I am a stranger to you, 

but will you hear my confession?

I am a faceless man 

who lives in the backyard

of your house.

I share your table 

so heavily heaped with

bread, meat and fruit

it huffs like a horse 

drawing a cart.

As the rich man's to Lazarus, 

the crumbs are swept to my lap

by my Lizzi

'Sweetie! ea and be satisfied now, 

Tomorrow we shall be gone.'

So nightly I tun the gauntlet, 

wrestle with your mastiff, Caesar,

for the bone pregnant with meat

and wash it own with Pussy's milk.

I am the nocturnal animal

that steals through the fenced lair

to meet my mate,

and flees at the break of dawn 

before the hunter and the hounds

run me to ground.


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