The Antelope & The Black Sheep Poem by Mark Heathcote

I removed a wall
Brick by brick
Year on year
Stone by stone
And I did all this with a constant
Endless self-deprecation
And I did all this without doing,
A tyrannical untrusting man any wrong.
Any harm: Until one day,
His eyes lashed gentle his ears roof
Opened up his mocking mouth
(Into an unstoppable—
Avalanche…!)
Into an Arcadian mountain gorge,
Now, revealing a noble antelope's spirit.
A relief cave painting,
2 thousand years old.
And like the black sheep
Of a Nigerian family,
I was extended a welcome back into
The sweet savannahs of his African fold.