Choreographed by Thandumzi Moyakhe,
performed by Nqaba Mafilika and Bathembu
Myira, Johannesburg, South Africa
They dance there with outrageous zest,
Kneeling and swaying without rest,
White crosses painted on their chests.
Hour after hour I see them falling,
Rolling and riotously crawling,
Uproariously reaching, sprawling.
They fill their mouths with stolen light.
See how their closed eyes gorge on sight
So vast, yet in the world so slight;
How they are crucified who pray,
And how they dance, tomorrow and today,
In Africa, which is so far away.