Hecuba Poem by Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa

Hecuba



(after Petra Muller)

Who passes on the sidewalk she wants to grab,
wants to bite the postman’s arm right off,
motorbikes and bicycles she wants to catch
and every newspaper delivery man

and so the yard is guarded faithfully
from strange criminals that do sneak about and strange cats,
where she snarls at the dogs next door,
but when it’s full moon

she wants to get on her hind legs,
while she cries like a cruel wolf
while her head is jerked back
and there is nothing in the street that draws her attention.


[Reference: “Hekuba, die teef” (Hecuba, the bitch) by Petra Müller.]

Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: legend
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