SAYING YES

time and time again
on the wooden stage floor
when the maroon velvet curtain opens
appears a man made of planks
with neat holes in his hands
on the soles of his feet
with a hole on his brainless head

time and time again
on the wooden stage floor
when the maroon velvet curtain opens
appears a man made of planks
with neat holes in his hands
on the soles of his feet
with a hole on his brainless head
where the strings are neatly
attached | assembled | arranged
to make him dance | perform | talk
without even his very own voice

again and again
them who pull the strings
who call the tune
them who made the
man made by planks
without bones | flesh | blood
without a soul to call his own
them who made him
jive the wooden dance
and talk the language of
forked tongues | empty promises
convincing pipe dreams
of happy family homes and
baked meat pies in the sky
when you die again
and again and again

now and then
the string pullers of diagonal street
of bosberaad escapades
of the union building
nodding to the yes man
loving the closing song of lamentations
liking the din of applause
laughing on their way to the bank
carrying heavier nuggets and wider grins
now and again
time after time
dusting off the saw dust
made from out of the plank
they’ve cut and planed
from the trees in
the bushveld of mpumalanga

time and again
the grinning owners
applaud the yes man
for saying yes
again and again
ad infinitum

JAKI SEROKE