Alive and Dying
By Philani Tyson Nombika, South Africa:
We become airless in a world dense of breathing space
We are bodies pushing through crowds of our own faceless dead corpses
We are living our own worst dreams
With all the character’s dresses in white suits
Whites suits stained from ankle to collar
The stains differ from a struggle to a victory
Seems we pushing to the corpses in front hoping to resurrect life to them
These dreams hunt us
They lay awake when we sleep shaking our semi dead to life hoping to resurrect them
Our dead bodied dreams need CPR they awake us in a state we have come to know as reality
They plead with the boat man
They plead for life for the living
Coin tossing the probability with the boat mans price
They beg for life
These bodies have became the very tombs for our souls
This skin has became the very reason for our our coffins
Our dreams seem dead or dying or just dangling in between
And they shake life into our corpses
We are dying here (minds)
We are dying here (hearts)
Spiritual death realms have more life than this
These dreams beg of us
They beg for us
Slowly they loose hope
They come to us in our sleep to talk life to us, they beg us
These dream’s speak
The boat man sails
In the milky way he roams, searching dead space for life.
