Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 16,916 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

The Beast [2] - Poem by Gert Strydom

You smashed the small granite table down
like a mighty war hammer
cleaving the coffee table in two
which I had made for you,

the cellular phone that I had bought
went flying, tossed like a discuss
with might and mean
against the wall
where it shattered to pieces

and being demented arose
from a superfluous thing,
from another motorist
driving into the back of my car
and barely hitting it

and the beast was upon me
the moment that I came
through the front door

with looks it tried to kill,
looks that could chill to the bone
the labyrinth ran through the house
with your children
watching as spectators.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 18, 2010



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