LB (31 may 1991 / empangeni, south africa)

Inscription For A Gravestone

I am not dead, I have only become inhuman:
That is to say,
Undressed myself of laughable prides and infirmities,
But not as a man
Undresses to creep into bed, but like an athlete
Stripping for the race.
The delicate ravel of nerves that made me a measurer
Of certain fictions
Called good and evil; that made me contract with pain
And expand with pleasure;
Fussily adjusted like a little electroscope:
That's gone, it is true;
(I never miss it; if the universe does,
How easily replaced!)
But all the rest is heightened, widened, set free.
I admired the beauty
While I was human, now I am part of the beauty.
I wander in the air,
Being mostly gas and water, and flow in the ocean;
Touch you and Asia
At the same moment; have a hand in the sunrises
And the glow of this grass.
I left the light precipitate of ashes to earth
For a love-token.

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Comments (7)

i really like this! ! 10! ! ! ! !
This is nice, Londiwe. You have managed the rhyme scheme well. I like the way the repetition works and the way you close it at the end.
A lovely poem, with feelings expressed so well, Nice write from the heart. So simple, yet so emotional.10+++
well expressed thoughts and feelings...lovely poem crafted! ! !
a nice write and deeply coming from emotion....a basic ingredients in creating a poem... and this is nicely presented...the repetition of the stanza of being obsessed is a good intention to understand its objective of this write....good job...10
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