wat sal gebeur as ek
al my metafore in
die smeltkroes gooi?
een goudrooi stuk gedig
borrel en stoom
soos kokende lawa
met my tong breek ek
die keramiek-dop oop
sodat die blinke gietsels
selfs die son sal verblind
* * *
what will happen if i throw
all my metaphors in
the crucible?
one piece of golden-red poetry
bubble and steam
like boiling lava
with my tongue i break
the ceramic shell
so that the shining castlings
will blind even the sun
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