December in Johannesburg brought the heat wave so familiar to an anger torn again in a brittle feeling of windswept leaves high pitched laughter in soweto shebeens and lilywhite close corporate parties before a final predictable violence of words dying of maimed wounds in a brisk afternoon of illegitimate reason. another heat wave back home in Gwalior had cracked the north end fort wall assaulting repeatedly the loneliness of an earthy immortality and sudden moments of madness that had once grappled to stay in the shade of your eye.
