Cape Town Poem by Bjorn Visser

Your leaving, taking your body along
Leaving traces of your spirit though -
For me, us, to feast upon.
Like feral dogs or hungry cannibals.
Sucking up the last bits of you.
Wishing you would have stayed.

Inside you this depression grew
Four times, nine months at a time.
-At least-

Bluffing, doubtfully we hope.
I hope.
You chose to leave them in the shadow.
The same corner of your mind you use to,
Let these thoughts linger.
Grow.
Like a baby.
Im sure it took allot of time.
Years. Days.
Months.
Nine.

We would never ask.
None of us do…
But still you all have us,
Allow us to march out of your loins like little soldiers.
Ready.
Deadly.
With caps of placenta sticking to our delicate heads.
We grow up.
Shrinking in moral value as time progresses.
Ignoring you.
But, do you not ignore us?
Or is that simply the ignorance of the youth.
Taking hold.
Blissfully releasing me of any cares.
Grown up cares I guess they can be called.

Are you gone yet?
I cant seem to find the spirit that you promised to leave behind.
And im starving.