Your birth set birds a chat
Your first buzz left all in awe
Not knowing soon you’ll steal our hats
one quick prompt our houses become straw
Some signalled our future’s loss
The rest slept to ill-crafted lullabies
Bereft in your marvelling gloss
Our daily bread is locked in your quick replies.
It’s too late for our safe brick casings
Soon we will morn the risk so quick to assume
We’ll long for the days; be hurt by this ending
When thought was original and undoomed
Brandon Janse Van Vuuren is based in Cape Town, he is busy completing his Master’s in Creative Writing at UCT. He has been published in the Salmon Creek Journal and Stanzas Poetry Magazine.