The Stars Had Been Blotted Out Poem by Gert Strydom

The stars had been blotted out
while great thunderclouds did mill about
with lightning-bolts coming down thundering
and I could scarcely hear my mother's warning.

A few cows did graze in the veldt,
did try to find shelter against the rain under a thorn tree
but that odd action of them
did bring death

when a giant lightning-bolt did split the tree,
I saw small crackling blue-white lightning bolts
while the smell of burnt hide and frying beef was in the air
and I saw that nothing could be free

from that kind of jumping energy.