Red Robots And Green Roses Poem by Nkululeko Mdudu

You speed past my red robot,
Hoping to get noticed.
You make a light wave,
As your polished image is kissed
by a green bug on a budding flower.

Pity! Your disgust doesn't kill;
Nor does speed, for light travels; need
To hospital(a crossed flag) as you lay in a bed;
traumatized by a green thorny spine
On a fragrant rose.

Poking, Pricking, Proudly curious!
Standing errect from its tree.
No sight, no symbol, no influence but desire.
Paying no attention to gravity;

The gravity of steps you took,
Flying forward past Habakkuk.

Coloured symbols mean paper clips to blinded mice.
Only signs of gohstly murmurs:
A red robot, a green rose;
man's own meaning.
Indeed a beast would ram and close.