Thabani Khumalo Poems

Every time I fall asleep,
a picture of your strange face bursts into my sight.
I vividly see you under the lids of my eyes,
I see your image project into moving flesh.
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By the day Thabani will die
with his eyes closed in a shiny wooden box;
the clappers and the clapping hands shall begin to play -
heaven and hell shall begin to sing.
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Look!
Family is meant for retaining a home
and homes are meant to add friends into family.
More than we can have in our understanding,
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Nobody colloquially knew about my destination,
when I was a child slowly traveling a mysterious path.
I quietly went alone into the dark future -
and I didn't foresee anything beautiful coming into place,
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I am a virgin man.
I am a prior virgin to Yaweh.
I am indeed within the virgin of the meek Emmanuel.
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I began to study my poisonous problems,
they were too many to count and too big to overcome,
and they happened to sneer loudly - too loud for me to retain composure.
I screamed out hopelessly for a helping hand
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Doom is fame and the chase is vain.
Fame is the legal failure to tell the truth.
It is only that and nothing more.
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In the active council of sorcery,
I will give resounding gratitude
for the time and the opportunity for me
to stand beside the hallowed table of bones.
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The one greatest personality on earth is still a woman.
By her orders they vow to give up their lives
and take a shortcut to the grave -
men buckle and go for war to count up corpses.
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I used to go to a snake inhabited mountain behind my grandfather`s home
and I'd sit alone naked at the very depth of a dark cave.
Yet I was a child,
I figured that life was about putting the body into play.
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