Bushwoman stands here . . .
Bushwoman stands here
Night hangs over her
Stars stab it
Hunter-stars
that rip night
take his heart
Bushwoman sings here
Night hangs over her
The land lies still
Hunter-stars
that stab night
give him yours
Bushwoman holds up her child
Night hangs over her
Ripped with stars
Hunter-stars
sky-hunters
give him your star-heart
About this poem
This poem, representing Botswana, is part of The Written World – our collaboration with BBC radio to broadcast a poem from every single nation competing in London 2012.
