The Visitor

I am the visitor
I come to laugh
And make nothing out of something

Don't mind me
A muse stuck in his own thoughts
I am the visitor

I have been to the moon
Found my way back to hell
In any case I am the visitor

I know no God
I know no heaven
I know no love

If I kill its love
If I love its murder
Don't mind me

I am the visitor
I come unprepared
Be prepared for anything

Write a poem

Write a poem, they said
It will lift your soul
From the depth of despair
Your hell is harrowing
Only your soul can save you
Pour it out in verses, they said
You will be free
From the endless mute pursuit
For this and that
Things that cannot be touched

Write a poem, they said
And you will not miss the setting sun
That has dazzled your childhood

Write a poem, they said
And you will not miss
the gushing waters of Phiphidi Waterfall

Write a poem, they said
And you will not miss
Your whistling old man walking home

Write a poem, they said
For the day you cannot write no more

Poems are written, but the pursuit continues

(for Murena 'Lord' Mawela)