Gert Strydom Poems

At 52 the nuts of my country are stripped
so that nothing can fit together anymore
and everything in my world has changed.
At work I have been retrenched
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At 52 the nuts of my country are stripped
so that nothing can fit together anymore
and everything in my world has changed.
At work I have been retrenched
...

I yearn for the secrets of nature
where wild game graze next to the dust road
and I long for the veldt where it is silent,
silent from the bustle of the city,
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When the sun does flower outside
the children want to rollick
but you are still asleep
and will not be ready for some time.
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To the front in the road
blue Metro traffic cop lights flash,
a roadblock is set up and pistols
are aimed at the occupants of a car
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(in answer to Mteto Mzongwana)

I am astonished at how things in the new South Africa do go forward,
see the mountain and places around Pretoria in flames,
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Just for a moment it is there, the lightning bolt that falls
and the smell of something that burns and melts next to a puddle
from where the blue spark bright blinding touches and reach
and with a terrible thunder suddenly roars
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Annoyed the small girl turns to him and says: "Oh no."
Bees do fly around her in the garden.
Caesar stands in front of her
dangling a wooden sword in his hand,
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Your walking away is measured in watt.
Not the 1100 p.m.p.o. of a door slamming shut behind you
that are opened and slammed again
but it is the pattering gait that just can be heard
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There is something in how she looks at me and looks away again
and I think aloud Satan, Lucifer, demon, devil be gone

as she is going to seduce me with her summer sunshine laughter
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