The pipes lied there
perpetrating their
emptiness in
the presence
of everything
that didn’t
flow through them
As bouts
of air
flowed out
into mouths
waiting
in an expectation
that breaths
would finally mean
something
That they
wouldn’t feel
that empty
or filled with pity
Of everything
that was nothing
But they did
They felt
nothing
as if
it was everything
And then
the pipes
no longer lied
there
They were only filled
by their own lies
;
Perpetrating.
© Hudson Biko
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