The Quick and the Dead
The quick and the dead never greet
Polar opposites that only, if they do ever meet
Cross paths at the end of a trajectory of a blast of light
A split second, high energy collision of heavy weights
The final release in a collapse of quaking knees
The messenger of death delivers the dreaded news
Expressed in a trigger of crushed steel felt before it’s heard
The soul escaping before it registers in the hanging head
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2016
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