Letter To My Felow Poets Poem by innocent mkhwanazi

dear poets
with my shaking hand i write
with hope that this letter will reach you
it may years to recieve it as it took me to write to you
i trust no postman, with the clouds i`ll send this one
i trust no sun in winter you will recieve this one
from the 6th ofjuly you shall be waiting 1988 is the year.

i trust no man
you shall recieve it with both hands
perhaps you may not have hands to write back to me
for so much i respect this book for you i`m tearing this page out
spend no time trying to find sense that lives within you.

i heard the child is coming
wellcome the child with warm hands
share these words with the child my dear poets
'ink kills no man but adds beaty to the honest paper
and create memories in that poetic mind'
for so much i feel for the child pass this letter to the child.