GIDEON BORE Poems
Read it on the shoulders high,
Like a crown-bird’s stiff neck,
Stands arrogant head, raised,
That suspends a blazing complexion;
And remotely arrogant lips,
So sharp cutting tongue,
Pause undisturbed on the palate;
And an egoistic inspiration,
Dare to set ablaze,
For him to rise and blaze;
In an intimidating majesty.
Pride, I dare you pride,
Could you live to see the sun-
If humble and meek fell
On an unwakeful slumber.
Not a reed in the banks could keep you,
Neither that on the precipitous crag,
But before the sun shone,
You drunk to every croaking of the frogs
Perched on the Karoria River.
When they long for your embrace,
It’s just a sweet morning;
Before they surrender to the filthy brook,