in die veld naby Leeu-Gamka

Antjie Krog

anderkant die hek gee hy die vlaktes sy gewig

buite sig sink hy syg hy neer tussen grys spaarsamige bossies

ook skilpadoë kyk peinsend ook ankerbos geur

met innerlike waardigheid

tyd stroom uit in leegtes van oker en as

die klippies onder sy bladbeen durf hom nie hinder nie

sy kop mag nie skuif in die grint nie

hy durf die soetdoring se reuk nie identifiseer nie

ook nie die opskrik van korhaan of kiewiet nie

hy verskraal sy asem

tot ’n effense verkoeling om die neusgate

die son eien sy vel

hy lê sy tong af

stadig dreineer sy vlees

dor sy ribbes

bleik sy kop leeg

droog die leegte in

hy wil tot been kom

tot klip

windverkild

tussen bos en skalie

alles in hom val diep en duursaam stil.

om aan die ekstreme te vergaan

om te ontbind is die opregste manier van wees

leegheid gloor tot aan die horison

om hier te wil ten gronde gaan, is om vir altyd te bly flans:

só, teen ’n hart van flint

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in the veld near Leeu-Gamka on the other side of the gate / he gives the eternal plains his weight / out of sight he sinks down / dwindles among frugal grey bossies // also tortoise eyes watch pensively / also anchorbush yields inner dignity / time streams out in emptinesses of ochre and ash // the pebbles under his shoulder blade dare not bother him / his head may not shift in the grit / he dare not identify the smell of thorntrees / or the startled sound of bustard or plover // he thins his breath / to a slight cooling at the nostrils // the sun acknowledges his skin / he lays down his tongue /slowly his flesh drains / his ribs wither / he exsiccates his skull into emptiness // he wants to come to bone here / to stone—windcrisped among bush and shale // everything in him falls deeply and durably still. / to be expunged by the extremes / to decompose is the most honourable way of being / emptiness glints towards the horizon // to want to go to ground here is to roughhew for ever: / like this, against a heart of flint