Lob Poem by Thabani Khumalo

EXCRUCIATING PAINFUL OUR BICEPS HAD BECOME,
FROM THE PAIN OF OUR CURB WE HAD EARNED OUR BREAD.
WE LONGED FOR A SAVIOR TO SALVAGE OUR SOULS.
EVEN THOUGH WE WERE THE FITTEST,
WE HAD POURED TOO MUCH POWER INTO BEING OURSELVES.
FROM HIGH UP THE NORTH A TINY BABY CRIED -
BREECH BORN - NOTHING LESS, HE WAS BRIGHTER THAT A STAR.
WE LANGUIDLY CLOSED IN AND GATHERED AROUND THE MANGER,
WE GOGGLED EACH DAY UPON A LITTLE SAVIOR.
AS HE GREW IN OUR SIGHT HE GREW AS WELL WITH IN US.

I HAVE TAKEN SO MANY MAJOR DEATH TRIPS BECAUSE I
DID'NT WANT TO SEE THIS DAY
BUT MORE THAN MY VISION CAN SEE I THINK
THERE IS A SCARY DEEP PURPOSE WAITING FOR ME
AND IT TRANSCENDS ALL LOGIC AND MUTATES ME ESPECIALLY FOR THAT HOUR.
WE WILL NOT GO DOWN AS PEASANTS BUT THERE IS AN IMPENDING RETROBUTION
ON ALL.
IT IS ONLY GOING TO TAKE A LITTLE TIME OF ACCUMULATING POWER
THAT FATE SHALL BE CHANGED.
LOB SHALL BE AVANGED THROUGH COLD BLOOD SHED AND INFUSED SORROW
WHEN HE RISES INTO IMMORTALITY.