The Night Watchman Poem by Gert Strydom

The Night Watchman



The fire in the holed drum burns bright
and I can see red coals flickering
like the shining stars up in the sky
and white teeth smiles at me
while I walk by
and the night watchman puffs at a cigarette
and with sharp eyes watches
from his black overcoat
as if nothing passes him
with one hand holding a baton

and somewhere up there
eternally a watchman guards
while the lights of his fires beacons the night
against the dark, against evil things.

[References: Nagwag (night watchman) by DJ Opperman and the nightwatchman by Fhazel Johennesse.]

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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