Anton Smit South African , b. 1954
This nubian augur
hides his ebony face
in the cathedral of
shimmering light
as evening perished
into a blue-black night
And his colourless,
eternal soul,
fearful of symmetry
smile at the
abyss of self.
In this hiatus forms
the nummulite
obliquely cutting,
solidifying the
featureless anthracite.
– Anton Smit