Gert Strydom

(03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

The Tikoloshe


The whole yard becomes full, becomes full of him,
without anyone noticing
while the shadows are drawing nearer

is in the bright day he already approaches full of danger,
when darkness comes to the earth
without anyone noticing

he unexpectedly enters a house,
and someone screams agitated
when darkness comes to the earth

and he comes and goes as he wants to
with eyes gleaming red and bloodthirsty
and someone screams agitated

where he enters the bed of an innocent girl,
when he sets out to kill
with eyes gleaming red and bloodthirsty

and still come and go unseen among people.
The whole yard becomes full, becomes full of him,
when he sets out to kill
while the shadows are drawing nearer.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, September 26, 2012

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