Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

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When lions meet (on their day)


My belly
is empty
like an empty
belly
of a hungry lion, up early
to prey over its vulnerable many
and meet
where lions meat
to sing song gladly
and dance to the drum beat
until their voices cracked
to a far corner of each mouth piece
as their muscles waved
in their toes
and angered their folks
to a game of blood on their paws
as they swallowed to their jaws
and meet by their throats
as they roared over the last
piece of their vulnerable feed,

my mother once saith,
behold! you son of man
untold! you son of den
crawl than walk from then
walk to a feed young man
like the wise man did when
the pellets had all gone
the bullets and all stones
but none to a belly at dawn
a sad night than known
for kept under his were some
to find his own
long gone
than soon come
to a place where lions meet
when lions meat

my toes danced in fear as lions roared
not far from whence we toured
and walked the african jungles off-road
til my belly ran belly emptied
scene to its own eye than hatred
of the pride of lions on their prey
where they met by day
[roared] to sadden their hunter's day,
ran,
the shepherd man did when
pellets had all gone past
the lions with all stones over their dust
on their vulnerable many
where lions roared as they meat
but none to his belly at dawn

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poem: 'when lions meet'
book: 'google eyes'
year: april 2013
book no.4 of 2013

Submitted: Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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