Silent Witness
Silent Witness
I am a silent witness which cannot speak
I am a silent witness which cannot see
for words and sights are not mine to own
But I have senses unknown to you
I feel, perceive, remember and bear many scars
I am inanimate but clearly visible
I stand above other structures in the city
I am concious of time and its consequences
I was new once but now old and worn
I feel the winter and know the summer too
I sense the traffic and am aware of passers by
I remember the war and feared for myself
I trembled and shook as bombs fell close
My days are numbered now
I no longer belong in this city of modernity
Soon demolition squads will arrive
I shall be reduced to rubble and lain waste
I shall be no more
A memory for some
A photograph in an album
I knew my destiny the day my foundations were laid
Lord Kelvin Masilela
Tue 2nd Nov 2021 03:34
its fascinating how each and every piece tends to actually give you a vision of some kind, i imagine this little or fragile being in the corner scared and trying to survive with the rushing of time..... my interpretation maybe off course