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a poem | we fail
i think
we fail harder,
when we fail to ask for help.
when we fail to answer a call for help.
when we pretend to help only to make ourselves look better.
we just fail and can never learn.
a poem | amazwi
something old…
a poem | they eat their own kind
They eat their own kind
Feast on the flesh of their kind
Drink up the blood quenching their thirst
With their teeth tear limbs apart
Ravage the brains; pick the eyes
Suck the marrow from the bones of
Their own kind.
These fingers once tenderly held a loved one
Those legs took a soul on a journey
That heart loved and loved
This blood that pulsed through the veins
They feast on their youngin’, their women
Plunder temples between infantile legs
Rip the cradle of mankind
Raid and pillage the sacred womb of humanity
They smack their lips with deranged joy
As the lifeblood oozes down their chins
Drips on the banquet table where
They feast on their own kind
Those eyes looked back at yesterdays and forward to tomorrows
These breasts from which life suckled futures
This tongue sent odes and laments and chants and ululations to hungry souls
They feed on their own kind
Walk the street the stench of blood up their nostrils
They stalk chicks as a fox near the farmhouse
Prey on the young and old and seemingly weak
Seeking only to fill their bloody hunger
Out in the street they took her soul
Under the kitchen table he turned baby into woman
Fighting for survival they consumed the dead
In a drunken delusion they sucked her dry
Ravage femininity pillaged womanhood
Licked their fingers
As they devoured their own kind
What abomination
A survival of the fittest?
A meal when times are toughest?
Or just pure cannibalistic, carnivorous, intentions?
Why do they eat their own?
this poem is linked to OpenLinkNight on dverse.com
a poem | dark waters
in the dark waters
caught a glimpse of a light
a candle flickered deep
the muck overcame it
submerged it
came up for air
the sky too had plunged
deep
brotherly love
my brothers, you have been duped.
you been hoodwinked, bamboozled… Continue reading
a poem | 3. something (let misery in)
something let misery in
let the doom become unbearable
took over pulled under the
light submerged
into a gloom
and there was no rising
let the doom become unbearable
took over pulled under the
light submerged
into a gloom
and there was no rising
a poem | 2. something (died)
something died
a light went out
into darkness the spirit was plunged
there was no night vigil
the mourners did not know
what they had lost
a light went out
into darkness the spirit was plunged
there was no night vigil
the mourners did not know
what they had lost
a poem | 1. something (broke)
something broke
pieces strewn everywhere
where they can’t be found
hidden in crevices
eaten by demons
washed away by tears
pieces strewn everywhere
where they can’t be found
hidden in crevices
eaten by demons
washed away by tears
a poem | a moment of silence
a meditation upon a black candle, a day after the brutal death of Adries Tatane at the hands of the police, in Ficksburg, South Africa. 14 April 2011, 7:44pm Continue reading
