You
you self-assured walking talking your systemic gaze
a sure pied piper solid steady yes focused reading eyes
they may be blue black brown yellow green perhaps some gold
the may be you with your beating heart a localized algorithm
you you with your surging soul on a high road then always again the low
sidestepping tap dancing blanking burned books poems paintings
the frail hail of yearning
of endless longing
let’s forget
for a mere moment
ourselves
let us recall them
the millions and millions of suffering people
spread wide through centuries a wide lost line
trying their utmost terrified best
to remain human in the endless onslaught
pain brutality endless neglecting superficiality
matter over mind
never mind over matter
never soul over mind
you
try to perceive
a mere historic passage
a sensitive woman in a concentration camp
her history an endless longing a midnight hell a yearning
eyes teared
mouth trying not to open not to the cry that cannot end
her future a sure awaiting hell
filled by hollow men
wives that flirt the easy flow of every laid back morning
they not knowing not feeling
when her feet her toes will walk the final yards
before and when all will just turn to gas and fire and suffocating smoke
and a soul
a soul
a human soul
leaving the river
a last wave
of the final trembling hand
before it slips away
away from waving the joy of morning
away from waving a mother a boy
away from that gliding guiled moment late night
away from that moment
when daybreak promised honestly
like forever
the lay of a holy land
Wim van der Walt
