Going, Going, Gone... Poem by Chelsea Pieterse

Going, going, gone!
Auctioned off to darkness
(For only R8.00...
eight...the number of infinity.
Bought for little
Belonging forever)
Sold to the shadowed figure
'What shall you do with your
new possession'
(Bought for little, sold again never)
Silence saises his hands to the auction hall
...a dry, crackling voice breaks over
shattering silence's charm with it's whisper
needles piercing the ear of each listener
' What does it matter,
what i do with this?
You will not see her
in darknesses kiss.
No one care's
for what they cannot see
because what they cannot see
therefore cannot be.'
(Bought for little, now joined together,
her and Darkness forever and ever)
The crowd leaves, tha hall empties out
They do not care for what they cannot see
she's been gulped down by darkness
therefore she cannot be!