Weeskind

Daar in ń waterkant bar van die ou Kaap
Die plek van verlore siele en weeskinders.
Drink ons warm drankies uit ou bottels,
begrawe in goedkoop bruin papier sakke.
Jou siel val laat nag in uit die koue reen.
Nou kyk ek hier op na die ope blou hemel,
ek onthou, maar wonder oor ons kruispad.
Daar is ń woordelose roep in jou stem,
en praat jy onbewustelik jou pyn met my.
Die heelal hou sy asem op in my hart,
dit sien jou en wil sy arms om jou gooi.

That Thing

That thing lay trembling on a cold floor
The final desolate implosion of despair
Alone
Forsaken
It called for succour but you did not hear
It offered a hand to the abyss you crafted
Weeping
Terrified
That thing grew ancient and then perished there
The closing recital from the ghoulish elegy of faith
Silent
Lifeless
A celestial untiring lament gently stirs the sable dusty relics
A precious stone tumbles from the heart of that dead thing
Dazzling
Exquisite