Gert Strydom, 25 czerwca 2012
To me you are the person
that comes once in a lifetime;
there is a new fire burning in me
in my early years of age,
like a teenager I want to cover you with kisses,
your humanity catches me offside
and now that the years are drawing their lines,
I move nearer to the other side
but there are days that keep lingering
as if there is something more in being together,
constantly my life is getting some serenity
and even with my biggest enemy I have sympathy
while with you I am infatuated
and want to reconnoitre new horizons of love.
Gert Strydom, 22 czerwca 2012
There are only eyes appearing above the surface
in the brown water of the river’s pool
before they again disappear without a trace.
There are only eyes appearing above the surface
when it notices a prey, are covered by the water-curtain
where the crocodile hides in the depths of the river,
there are only eyes appearing above the surface
in the brown water of the river’s pool.
Gert Strydom, 22 czerwca 2012
The turning hawk suddenly breaks its flight
with claws stretched out,
it falls like thunder from the sky.
The turning hawk suddenly breaks its flight
and even when its prey is anxious
.it falls as if it is drawing into the earth;
the turning hawk suddenly breaks its flight,
with claws stretched out.
Gert Strydom, 21 czerwca 2012
The thunder storm came suddenly; the air was drawing close,
with grey and black clouds covering the heaven
and suddenly there was no more blue
with the whole day being only grey
while leaves were falling in yellow and brown everywhere,
with the wind cutting icily, trying to grab onto jackets,
untimely the rain came without respect
for the rules of nature,
the thunder storm came suddenly.
Suddenly the weather was in each conversation
of the doctor, lawyer and architect,
as if it contained something incomprehensible and evil
nobody trusted the sudden bad weather;
early in the afternoon people left for home,
the thunder storm came suddenly.
Gert Strydom, 20 czerwca 2012
One night in the tranquillity
I heard Him pass,
for long moments nature was silent,
as if all things had come to a standstill,
when the sun was setting lingering He was near;
the bright moon
suddenly caught me later like a child,
as I was shaking and blinded by my sin.
Gert Strydom, 19 czerwca 2012
Forced to meet an enemy in a rifle’s sight
a unknown man appears, scratches his head,
he lights a cigarette, draws on it until it glows,
looks at a photo in a way that only his wife knows
his attention moves somewhere up ahead,
to some ibises in their screeching flight
the crosshairs move to his heart bit by bit
while mechanically I test the wind,
thoughts of his family life now means nothing
while on the trigger my finger is pressing,
and no escape can a mortal man find
against full metal jacket bullets that accurately hit.
l’Envoi
Far too familiar is death’s smell,
when every soldier is more machine, than man,
far too familiar are the sounds of bullets whining,
the sight of bodies lying lifeless,
as putrid rotting human flesh, heartless,
the horrors of war are undermining
the essence of being human,
as soldiers live afterwards in a daily kind of hell.
[Reference: “Now in my dial of death appears” by Keith Douglas.]
Gert Strydom, 19 czerwca 2012
As soldiers we have smelt the scorching flames
of man made hell,
witnesses to the effects of exploding
shell upon shell,
know the destruction that man can bring
only too well,
have stories to tell of a kind of hate,
when mere boys are thrown to the care of fate.
[Reference: “Proof” by Czeslaw Milosz.]
Gert Strydom, 19 czerwca 2012
They come sneaking in the tambookie,
in the buffalo grass, past acacia trees
and linger for moments at the swampy marsh,
the birds suddenly get silent and even the insects,
when they relax, light cigarettes and smoke,
as they linger for long moments laughing
and I can smell the stinking sour of their sweat,
when my heart beats anxiously,
brown ibises fly up scolding,
impalas in a herd burst away
and they walk straight into our ambush
with AK-47 rifles hanging as without importance,
somewhere a long green snake rustles
and when my LMG comes alive I loose all of my fear.
[Reference: LMG = light machinegun.]
Gert Strydom, 19 czerwca 2012
The AK-47 bullet
hangs as a pendant
with dog tags around my neck
(it could have been a memento
made of gold from you,
but our love is through,
shattered into pieces)
and it swings to and thro
while I bend to wash my face
in the cold water of the stream
enemy boot tracks
lay plastered in the mud
on the riverbank and in the stream
I spot two dots, barely showing eyes
where a crocodile drifts on the prowl
and this morning the bush, the river
smells different, somewhat peaceful
as if no man has ever wandered here
but the sub-machinegun
next to me, keeps reminding me
that death lurks everywhere.
Gert Strydom, 18 czerwca 2012
You who constantly truly love me,
draw the barrage
of the pain and worries that I carry
and silently you endure my inabilities,
while you make me to be a man
and every hour
also brings a silent kind of joy, relief,
when love becomes real, when you are with me.
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