YURI DURAAN (29 September 1970 / South Africa)
I will be leaving now...
You will not see my exit,
your eyes not seeing me tonight
You will not see my back turned
to you... your own face
turned the other way,
You will not see my hollow eyes
speaking my sorrow at that which
is lost between me and you,
lying somewhere with the complimentary
nuts and the stale drinks on the table
for all the world to see... (if all the
people in this dark place can be
surmised to be the world, that is)
this world which swallows people
and digests them until they all are
nothing but sallow faces and hollow
so please, don't look for me...
let your eyes not follow me in case
I feel the urge to look back...
and I be turned into a pillar of salt.
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