Gert Strydom Poems

Outside the Café
where I was having coffee,
a red BMW without number plates
died on the driver
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Just as I stopped at a garage today
the car’s engine died,
as it was running
with the yellow light burning
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I saw children
smoking Marijuana
and taking crack cocaine
and injecting heroine
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From Pretoria station
I take a bus that drives to Vryburg
to go and fetch a car.
Cornfields flashes past
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Ancient forces blew on the shofar,
before the battle begins
and I heard trumpets sing
Aida’s march,
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The air is full of swallows
cross it up and down
and the late afternoon is humid
and thunderclouds hang heavy.
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I

I saw boys growing up as
Christians,
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There’s a big painting of a girl
with a light pink skin
that lies on a white skin cloak
in front of a dark pool,
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There’s a road like out of a dream
or a fairy tale
that twists into the bushes,
but it’s white and pure
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There’s a painting of a beautiful shy girl
with a bunch of rust brown keys,
that she holds
and I know that her painter
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