mornings are open graves
and I’m a warm dead body
my bed a coffin
the chipping of birds on my windows
are funeral hymns
the sun rays are bouquet of flowers
and I’m getting cold with time
the heaving sound of my breathe a scream
beseeching to break free out of these walls
but the people’s eyes are open mouths out there
they swallow you before you could face them
and nothing makes difference to me between
an open grave and a shallow mouth
they all crunch pieces of my soul.
Nkwana Joshua Serutle is a poet and a lover of nature. His work has appeared in various publications including PoetryPotion, Odd Magazine, Sol Plaatje EU Anthology, Avbob Poetry, Best New African Poets, MuseIndia and Every Writer’s Resource. He writes in the rural village of Ga-Kgwete, Burgersfort in Limpopo, South Africa.