Was there cloud on Table Mountain, did it gleam against the sky?
Did I tell you of a people whose hearts will never
Die?
Perhaps you may remember on that terrifying day,
...
Perhaps the lesson learnt by Jove,
In the timeless gleaming night,
Held wisdoms pitied heartache,
For the vanquished, untarnished
...
Sometimes I grasp a thought Of you nearby, Or glimpse a wisp of presence near to sleep,
This melancholy ache still
Lingers Sorely,
...