Higher Than The Angles In Rank... Poem by Lindokuhle khomein Langa

This is not for the youth,
I became an organic ailment sent forth under oath.
for both of us in booth and truth,
this is analytic creative power leads, defeats, a dynamic precision lifeboats prescription of deaths...
on earth.
Expired people grew odd aging low of intelligence,
no peace permitted permanence.
Age became a thing fast going nowhere slowly, exchanging wounds roles assigning carrying burden on burdens,
pardon; pardons...
moving statues be bleeding blue suddenly, sudden.
Long live the angels' covering stars in clothing wings heavyweight lies lite,
fortnight bright lights twinkle right.