Not Ourselves Poem by Marlon Khoza

Not ourselves

We no longer have tears
To discard anymore
We remain derailed like arid river,
With cracked muddy and parched banks,
Daises so lifeless and colorless.

We are low-spirited when you squint us from the distance,
masks and shields adorned us,
to pelt our exhausted smiles.
We no longer recognize our teeth anymore
And the hum of our laughs are fractured

Like scars left behind by the volcano
covid has and still,
continued to etch our faces
and bombard our shoulders with heaviness
of the pyramid of khufu

We remain okay
when you wave your hands at distance
it's okay we can't shake anymore
we remain resilient
when we are physically away from each other

© Marlon Khoza
21/01/21