Muscle and bone. Hiding a heart unknown. <br />Flesh and blood. And raging floods. <br />Drowning this creature. Cruel are his features. <br />Purple blood pouring blind. In the medulla of the mind. <br />Scornful face; without a tear. Hoping to conceal his fear. <br />Miserable drawings on his face. Nothing for him in this place. <br />All he knew; he left behind. Now he wonders scared and blind. <br /> <br />Cruel facts. Keep life in tact. <br />Cruel people. Red blood turned purple. <br />Upon a dying mind. Never was its mother kind. <br />This is the final stop. He reaches the end then drops. <br />Down deep inside his soul. where can reach no digging moles. <br />Where no light can penetrate. Where old sounds reiterate. <br />Men don't cry, men don't fly. Unlike iziThunzela Men must find the reason why. <br />Men are just, men are strong. Men work hard and women live long. <br />True to his limits he remains. And some tail of truth he must regain. <br /> <br />Bold bulging muscles. Fed by weakened vein. <br />He stands around then goes to hustle. For an ancestral maid to retain. <br /> <br />(uMamlambo: known to dreams and rivers. Something sinister in the reeds. <br />He recalls uHili and suddenly shivers. He must now right his woeful deeds. Before the half-bird Mpundulu descends. He must make amends.) <br /> <br />That which you held so dear. And held so close. <br />Strangled by malicious fear. The devil’s work I suppose.<br /><br />Nkululeko Mdudu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/more-of-nothing/
