Sunday Afternoon At The Monument (Parody) Poem by Gert Strydom

(with apology to Koos A. Kombuis)

My love and song is totally wrong
not like something out of Afrikaner blood,

my love and song is for everyone
who undress for me, who eat with me
and fold open at a picnic
in the shades of the language monument rock

to my thanks my love and song proclaims me as the boss
it is refused in this country
with smells on the wind
and by laymen on sidewalks
with their prayers

my love and song is for everyone whom I like
but without a church or a law;
just where I am going, without suspicion and totally immoral
– casual and with ceremony -

my love and song is fragrant, like cheese you can smell it from far
and my fingers dance
on my small cellular phone.

[Sondagmiddag by die monument by Koos A. Kombuis.]