{ Quest : “ We have set out on a quest for true humanity and somewhere on the distant horizon we can see the glittering prize”- Steve Biko }


EXISTENTIALISM

And there pigeon lay
blood dripping from feathers
glazed eyes wounded
a passerby filed passed
an angry little boy kicked
venting rage of a life
stuck in a township flat

The bird rolled forward
onto the railway line
its will to live extinguished
on its tiny Heart beat
pumping, pumping
half-living blood

Breathing silent it lay
eyelids opened in blazing Sun
chicks long past gone
seeking their own worms
in loamy fertile soil

Boy mocked with bright
conquering eyes
brown irises in wonder
at a dull dying will
tried to reach feeble body
with spidery fingers
dirt encrusted nails

Then ran off ~ repulsed
a woman died with moist
eyes, dripping blood

An unnecessary death
she walked home
questing her star