On A Close-Up Of Anthony Delius, On His Questions To The Universe Poem by Gert Strydom

So tell me Anthony you start
your wailing against the gods / God
with the sketch of a man gone mad

who does not know his own integrity
nor if he is in reality either good or bad
and maybe a little bit of both

does not know where he stands in life
if he’s cruel to his kids or letting them run amok
if sex with his wife wedded or not

satisfies her or is she only acting it out
and is he a wimp or what, who wears a pink shirt
and hides behind her skirt?

Could he find any help from a doctor,
minister or priest to mend
or is he in the end only a waste to the human race?

Completely mixed up the anti-hero wants to lurk
in the basement as if looking for a replacement
or to find something in his heart or turn to art

and yet he sees a roving universal eye
looking down from the blue sky
somewhat like that of a colonel or a cat

(most probably a rat (if he’s in the basement)
and I wonder to what army did this nut belong?)
and what answer does he anyway get but none
and he decides that it’s up to himself and no one else.

[References: Questions to the Universe by Anthony Delius. My poem was written in reaction to Anthony Delius’s poem: On a Close-up of Dirk Opperman, on the Jacket of his Komas.]