Treasure Island

Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

In the dark night I load rockets


In the dark night I load rockets
and stand away
while they are fired against the enemy
and I see them drawing red lines
with long flames
burning beyond them

and its like as a child
when I went to the drive-in
and saw how they shoot men off
into space,
on the way to the moon

but these rockets are aimed
at T55 tanks and BTR armoured cars
and soldiers of the Cuban and FAPLA enemy
that burn in unquenched flames

when at a distance the deadly arrows rain down
and I can smell the fragrance of death,
gunpowder and prosperous
on the evening breeze
while I watch the fireworks.

Submitted: Friday, November 29, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 29, 2013

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