EPITAPH OF ERRORS

I am not a policeman to record assaulted egos.

Neither am I a cardiologist to heal crushed and broken hearts.

Nor am i a pathologist to conduct the circumstances leading to the death of love.

Nor am i a psychotherapist diagnosing the madness caused by this infatuation,

Which you call love.

I will never be an exorcist,

Casting out demons of rejection or objection.

Nor am i a sangoma to give you muti to regain lost love.

If not to cast out the spell punctuated by your actions.

I am just a poet.

With a pen as an injection

Playing foul with your pain.

With my syringe,urinating at your prayers,

Making you smell the reek of reality.

All the wasted efforts for you to reclaim.

And to heal the minds maimed.

I am just a motician

Preparing the body of your dead love.

Dead as it is

Wounded beyond repair

I can't waste my efforts in bathing a corpse.

Move on.

Or sit there to mourn your soul.

I will never console you..

Latif The Sacred Poet