My Next Life Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Thabani is indeed my name.
When they call Thabani, they acknowledge my only existence.
Thabani is the very last of my life they register because,
everything registered has a space in the stock;
people are packed as stock upon the land
and they stick around like the livestock they tend.
In my next life I will be a fire storm,
I will burn the sea into a mine of salt,
I will burn mountains to crumbling ambers,
the mixture of the smoke will smell like a heavy cloud of death
and I will consume only the dying souls,
nobody shall continue into the next world except for me.

The souls together will add way above the entity of the holy trinity and,
in the end, I will be the God hovering over the void.
I will take the extra souls and send them to build a hell of choice
where I will burn my beloved creation when they die:
the beings I will create in the beginning.