THEMBA KA MATHE
Three Poems
the bone war
odd,
that dogs and cats
fight
and never win
the bone war.
out of the way,
my hands
are longer,
and get faster
into the garbage bin.
a straggler,
an enemy
wins,
cringe makingly.
a moving machine
you!
is that you
who has changed?
red, yellow, green
so sudden
like a chameleon
again,
yet,
you
don’t even know
of the make over
or it’s another work
of the programmer
and you are
still
the same,
like others –
a moving robot.
drink my blood
drink my blood
for i’m still down
and bleeding
the sword is still DEEP
inside,
take it out
so i can get some rest
and
your conquest medal.