Hiding from the human face

by T.P. Wilkinson / August 22nd, 2021

Running backwards

Allowing all the error’s margins
Giving benefits to every doubt
All good chasing after bad
As if one life more we had.
Madly trust and talent rushing
Distances sustained insanely
Counting deviants in our head
Running backward to keep the pace
Bleeding, clotting until we’re dead.
Hiding our fear, our mean disgrace,
In shells hiding the human face
awaiting demise of the human race.

Dr T.P. Wilkinson writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is also the author of Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, August 22nd, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.