Gert Strydom

Silver Star - 3,061 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

The Grey Horse - Poem by Gert Strydom

The grey horse grazes outside
and eats, eats bit by bit
in our country
and on the farms is were it gets delicacies

but first it must go up into dark Africa
as pestilences and plagues
and famine asks a toll.

There are clouds hanging black
and thunder drawing closer
and it smells the rising wind.

Still it waits on the angel of death
to give a loud whistle
and then it stretches its stride
as everywhere there are corpses when war comes.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 18, 2013

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