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SHORT POEMS |
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FLAMINGO, WELKOM |
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A feathered bundle on the shivering lakeside Kicked to the earth by aeroplane blade Question mark neck Stretched, frantic to rise Leg sheared off condemns it to die
Pink and white Stained, tattered and the blood And the mud Encrusted with quills Pockmarked with a scimitar bill (A useless lever - The body rolls Like a drunken sailor)
Too cowardly to grant it A merciful strangle We turned it instead For final red stare At the eye of darkness In the sunset glare. |
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MUIZENBERG BEACH |
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A hired deckchair Sags your freedom Folds up your fun Obliged to stand guard For your money's worth of sun. |
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DIP IN THE POND |
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Sidestep this stumbling, tired old world; Plunge to the core of a razor-cold insight, Immersed in the soothing waters of beyond. Spiral down through the murky whorl, Reach out your hands to the knowledge of night And hold the heart of the silent pool.
Floating now, inscrutable calmness. Ripples in rows roll themselves smooth. The surface shifts are meaningless As the frozen heart watches from worlds far removed.
The earth is reluctant to slip from the sun, Her armpit-tuft grass held above waterline Shivers in fear - she submits, but would run From the cold water licking her hot harlot sides.
Terror of dark depths In their stillness; From this moves our world. From this grows our illness. |
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ONION |
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Love's an onion Puts water in your eye The deeper you cut The harder you cry |
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BURIAL AT SEA |
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As my body tumbles over the rail My shroud, caught on a rusty nail Unravels like a party streamer, Spins me up and away from the steamer.
Soaring higher than a skyscraper I swing on the breeze like a piece of paper. Naked I laugh like thunder, A cry that rents my past asunder, I scorn the ship - a floating grave - And plummet joyous into the waves. |
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