He caught a whiff in the wind…

the sweet savour of death.

‘Something’s dead,’

said Judas to “Brutus”,

thereby convincing him 

to come along

 the fishing expedition.

It didn’t take much.

Driven more by

 a vacant tummy than curiosity

having hungered for a while

hung-over over a lack

of hand-over

of left-overs

from Hyena haters

hanging at the helm

of the high-five.

Desperate for something dead,

they investigate.

Trailing the trail

of the sweet savour of death.

It leads them

to an expected end.

“Scavenge, and ye shall find”

On the deck

behind the thicket, George Bush

laid an outline

 resembling a carcass.

“Scavenge, and ye shall find”

‘Eureka!’ said Judas to “Brutus!”

‘I told you something’s dead.

Stick with me

, and I’ll make you famous.’

he boasted 

to his imaginary friend.

“They” trot toward

 the subject-matter

nervously nibbling

 on the hind leg

a pulse-test 

to prerequisite indulgence

and observe protocol.

The Zebra exerts

a knee-jerk reaction

and back heels

 with full force

delivering the last kick,

of the dying horse.

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Peculiar "Ph D" Khumalo, born and bred (and buttered) in White City, Soweto, the liveliest township in Africa in 1987. Attended Boarding School at Bophelo Impilo and Matriculated in 2007. While his erudite endeavours do not venture beyond Matric, he had long been told he had a way with words, a hype he still has a hard time believing. "Of all the pleasures of life, I relishes nothing more than a conversation over coffee" ☕