Random Hearts
play in Drum's Dome
Waiting on Lyrics to come....
This be the Platform
whence they are Heard,
When none of them need say a Word.
Random child
there in your Mummified Tomb,
A Cold Contrast to Mother's Womb.
As farther you are from House,
As closer you are to Home.
Nkululeko Mdudu
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/born-again-t-h-e-n-dead/
