Clouds shift. A fluorescent void pierces the horizon
Cosmos undressed. A door frame of flames, stars adrift
Invisible force uplifts ozone and the hidden layers
A lucent fabric of the sky-less space reveals heaven secrets;
What seems like the sun appears
Others believed, but others said it’s a myth
A divine scam, He will not return, death is nothing else
But the absence of presence, he also was human, now absent
Blooming from the cold soil; a thick smoke of astonishment
Awe-inspiring sudden developments, nourishment of surprises
The earth shakes, empty space quakes
All dressed in white; who are they?
Armed with mysterious weapons on their hands
What are they?
Others holding active lightning;
Storms that eradicated the first earth
Others with tornadoes in their pockets
Hurricane Catharina and her single breasted sisters
The tall ones had many world wars
Clinched in their gigantic fists
Their little girls had hunger and drought
Sawn as ornaments to their short skirts
Short however equivalent to two centuries in this dimension
Their four eyed and three headed children
Playing touch with chronic diseases
An elderly female with reflections of a full decade eclipse in her one eye
If she blinks, the sun will go crescent for ten years
Her arms swinging, oblivion glittering in her hands;
A basket full of used hearts and a fluid of lethal thoughts
And other mass destruction herbs
Others had nightmares tattooed on their eyeballs
Dreams handing on their necks, glowing as sunset
It is believed that if those dreams touch your head
You will never find your way back to this reality
They are the seeds of madness!
Ferociously walking towards me; they march
With a meticulous order, parallel universes are skew
The first row: Over two hundred years experienced wizards
The second: Retired angels, now knotted their halos around their tongues
Afraid that they might reveal heaven’s weaknesses to us
They are followed by gods that were never spoken of
And whose stories were never published in all the mythologies
They levitated before women with barren stomachs
But with the possibility of begetting dinosaurs with human ears, if they try
Many indescribable and too awful for words, beings followed
With details not even time can withstand to hear
Enveloped in fear, I asked “All dressed in white, who are you?”
“Are you here to destroy earth? Are you here to kill my mother and my unborn daughter?”
“Please Sir; tell them to take me instead”
My hopelessness and fear are not a good team
So ridiculously, I asked one of them
“Please sir!”
With eyes the size of the moon, he looked at me
I tried decoding symbols of mercy in his eyes, but none
A colossal voice that echoed in the walls of a hundred years from now
And in the past, escaped his mouth;
In a rough accent sounding like a fusion of the devil and language
“Kid you’re not special, and so is matter.
You terrestrials think you’re special don’t you?”
The voice drawn back to his metallic lungs
Silence and all birds are dead
“Sir are you here to destroy or help us?”
“Look kid, what’s your name?”
“Kagiso” said with inferiority and fear
“What’s that?”
“Kagiso; it is to say Peace...Sir”
“Precisely!” He exclaimed
“You see kid, oh Peace. This world needs you...”
Before he could even continue
I jumped into his mouth and said;
“I’m a boy. A wretch! I have nothing! The smart kids don’t know me”
“You’re a Poet, Peace, are you not?”
“...well, yes Sir I am”
“Precisely!”
“But Sir...”
“Peace gather your brothers and sisters
Go clean up the mess, see what you are and BE!”
“Sir, my brother is only 16 and my sister is just too little”
“No Peace, those are the same products from the same factory as you.
I mean the Poets, tell them to do their job, you guys need to work.
Listen, water is liquid! And it never hesitates or doubts that!
All things end and that’s a fact. Sugar never denies to be sweets,
The sun is up the sky every single day, no night is without stars, never mind the overcast
If you’re a dancer you must dance! If you’re singer you have no other purpose now sing!
If you’re an actor go ahead and act! Play, play everyone even yourself just play!
Teachers should teach! Preachers should preach!
Writers have no other mission on this earth but just that! Go ahead and write!
Write yourself into a new world and back to this one!
Write! Till all the wrongs of this reality get write! Go on and write!
Poets please recite! That’s your only purpose in this life,
Abandon your tongues, weave dreams, speak magic, please recite!
Recite till language dies, recite till your voice breaks and pick up the pieces to create existence anew!
Please recite! Recite to the wind! Recite to the dishes! Recite to your imperfect reflection on the mirror till it cracks, opens crevices on your glass skin and recite your soul to the atmosphere
Recite! Write! Recite to your mother. Poet please recites to your deaf uncle; don’t stop till his numb foot starts tapping! His ears should turn red and start making sense of your passion, recite!
See what you are and be, Go and be, Peace.”
“THE WORLD NEEDS POETRY NOW MORE THAN EVER...PEACE!”
