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Steve Biko is Dead
13 Sept 1977
by Evelyn Cresswell
“Steve Biko is dead”
I can hardly believe
what I've read.

There’s always a report
Mr Kruger blandly said.
Family lawyers and doctors may question.
What further evidence can be lead?
Yet I am filled with a terrible dread -
Steve Biko, body of our soul, is dead.

Borne as flotsam on the incoming tide:
Dimbaza bodies, belly bloated,
dompas bleached blank of the official stamp,
and corrugated iron
twisted and crushed
litter white sand.

So Black pride
will never neap.

Mindblown in solitary
or wracked into death
midst this swelling tide
it’s Steve Biko died.
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