Duppy

In The Park

His red eyes locked him.
Who is this old guy?
Sitting on the bench
In the darkish night.

The young boy stares back,
Looking good,
But cannot see the face
Because it’s covered by a hood.

No one around,
Listen, not a sound,
The deadlock is broken,
‘Old man what’s going down?’

The old man rises
To his feet,
Opening up his mouth,
Flashing him his teeth.

‘You ever seen such
Razor sharp teeth son!
You ever heard
A duppy laugh like hyena?’

‘Duppy, duppy, duppy’, screams
The boy and takes flight.
‘Duppy, duppy, duppy’,
In the darkish night.

The young boy reaches home,
Gasping for breath,
Scared out his body
By the physical face of death.

Wakes sweating in the morning,
And takes heed –
Blames seeing ghost
On drink and chronic weed.

He tries to move forward
With his life.
But the young boy in denial
His brain in strife.

In the fore of his mind,
A constant rewind –
Encounter in the park,
The moment after dark.

‘You ever seen such
Razor sharp teeth son?
You ever heard
A duppy laugh like hyena?’

‘Duppy, duppy, duppy’,
In the darkish night.
‘Duppy, duppy, duppy’, screams
The boy and takes flight.

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