Extradited Poem by Gert Strydom

When leaves blow around
in the cold winter wind,
he does sit on the bench in the park
dressed in his summer clothes.

His beard grows wildly,
his hair is long,
uncombed and grey
and there is despair and melancholy
that shows in his bright eyes.

His wife died in a motorcar accident,
by the Aurora mine fiasco
where he did work without pay
and by affirmative action
he is out of work,
did loose his house,
did loose all of his possessions

and from everything
he just do possess the clothes on his body
and around him
there are doves that he does hear

as if God still through nature
at times do talk with him,
but in the late afternoon
unexpectedly rain does fall

and he trembles,
without a place to find shelter,
are extradited,
blinded by the rain
while destiny
does devour him bit by bit.