the pipes flowed

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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