The Giant Of God Poem by Thabani Khumalo

When Laden Barmby got up to the blow point with his foes,
he climbed up the mountain and picked up three ugly pebbles from the peak,
he handed them over to the esoteric breach into the mind of God;
a bold headed river prophet dressed in a garment white.
Out he went into the deep - quiet jungle with only the wind to blow,
he made destructive noise singing a joyous song from the heart;
he said every word backwards to reverse the favorite incantations of his enemies.

That annoyed the mighty giant of God,
in the deep river between the mountains' gorge.
Barmby had committed a grave sin according to the law order of Heaven;
he had shaken God from his long lasting beautiful dream,
so the giant of God cursed his soul with a restless demon:
which is the same demon he used to stand against the giant of God.

He ordered a very heavy rain in the frigid day of the blazing summer -
before he left with the dreadful curse back to the city.

When he got to his residence in a huff,
he had crossed out his spirit from his soul
because he had become bitter to even with the tenderest of the tender touches.
He set up an ugly tabernacle at a quiet corner
at the grave site in the middle of the night
and cast a sickness on their bodies by the demon's curse,
thus they remained sick to the coldest day of the burning summer.

When their children had proven that indeed
their parents sick enough to be hospitalized,
they called the ambulance which could tear into storm.
The darkest storm engulfed the bright city like a baby under a big black coat.
When he had finished cooking up a potion in a cauldron,
he poured the mixture onto the tabernacle lit with black candles,
he conjured superstitions with hand gestures never before seen.

Without pity - driven by a lifetime of grudge -
he struck the yellow into his enemies' bodies by lightning,
he killed them all in series of weird but deeply grievous scenarios of death -
and they all burned down to the bone
while their children watched them turn to nothing in the tempestuous storm.

Then the living neighbors beheld a complete wonder,
they claim they saw a man carry the corpse deeper into the flame.
They all claim to have heard the man
in the flame speak in a thunderous voice saying:
"behold how beautiful my life is in the absence of my enemies,
I shine like the thunder and dominate like the storm.
I am the beard below the belly button; a hidden treasure -
a scary thing that shouldn't be seen by the eyes of children."