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The Literary Review

Issue 10         Page 71

Them

Remember them.

They were as strong as

Solid stone statues;

They died anyway.

They were as smart as

A smart car parking itself;

They died anyway.

They were big and

Brave and blue;

None of that mattered.

Death takes everything even

Though we have nothing to give.

Men

Drive desire deep into your heart.

We will start with a

Simple wish for safety.

I do not want to

Dig through dangerous dreams anymore.

It is hard when

Men spend all day trying

To be your best friend.

They say I am

Pretty but I know

They do not care about that.

They only care about that.

What are we to do about the

Mistake that is man?

Maybe it would be best if

We sailed away to a

Different island and

Lived a life of subdued silence.

Destiny

Do you have a destiny?

Maybe you were

Born to be brave.

You hate spiders?

I also hate spiders:

I hate them like

They gave me measles.

Maybe you were

Born to bathe.

I believe that would

Be quite nice.

I would like to

Lie in the bath until

I become the water.

© WILLIAM SORVILLO: Simphiwe

She

Her mother is

Much better than her father.

She sits in her

Simple room and waits to

Be called to another dinner.

She doesn’t dream of

Being anything amazing but

The world will

Grab her and

Chuck her at rainbows.

One day you will

Know her name is

The same as the

Name you declared dead yesterday.

Beaches

Do you like beaches?

They have sand and sea.

You can sit and stare or

Swim and splutter.

Maybe you will

Dream about me.

Maybe you don’t

Care about my hair.

You are perfect.

I am pretending.

Snow

Nobody has ever told

Me I am pretty.

I am the last

Man dancing at the dance.

I am always the

First to wake up.

Sometimes it snows.

Snow is pretty.

You can dance in

It as if you too are snow.

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