Everything has come and will pass like everything before
Even the unlikely things
I, too with my precious oeuvre will perish over a number of milestones
Nothing withstand nature with its nihilistic intentions
What remains is nothing to see except by nothing of something nothing
The disciples might find themselves on the agnostic pedestal
Should they put a spin to the mike
It is a long time since the epiphany of the numinous
Thus the good news have become spurious despite the miracles
The edifice believed to be Virgo intacta is unable to escape nihilism
The face of all the living, the dead and the inanimate
Beyond all means of build and destruction everything will become nothing
Nothing to see by nothing of something nothing
All things have become nothing that they’ve been
Because they were nowhere to be seen before they can kick and fly
And become nothing that they’ve been
The rise and fall of dust is what has been in camouflage of life
And then nothing of the sort to see, to touch, smells and taste
Graveyard fait accompli!
N Nkuna,13 January 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem