Crocodile Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Crocodile



In the miasma
of the choked
river he drifts,
hiding his lizard hands.

A dead tree
trunk nudged by birds.
A leaf blinks.

Only in nightmares
can a stump
come so brutally to life.

Water thrashes
like tormented sleep.

Then slowly
the sinking down to where, amongst stones,
corpses are interred
in coffins of decaying leaves.

Thursday, October 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 15 October 2015

In coffins of decaying leaves. Nice work. Thanks for sharing.

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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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