Lesotho, Remembering

We walked, 2am
through the park

rumours of a woman's hand,
hacked off
for her jewellery,
hanging from tree branches

but we,
young and stupid
brushed the leaves aside
and went on our way.

Later that night,
or so I was told,
Liz walked home barefoot -

her shoes
stolen from off her feet
behind Studio One

We do not go there anymore.