Back To The Flesh Poem by Thabani Khumalo

During my absence,
I was out in the wilderness,
I was biding to be the king that none of our former kings ever were,
I learned the cold ugly truth that made every lie too hot to handle.
In all,
I learned that ghosts cannot kill any man they cannot heal;
I learned to be calm and hearken to the words of everlasting silence,
I use those words to circumnavigate the other side - in the world.
There, Imany worries of the people to whom we live by,
I lay them all out in writing using the ink of just a pen;
I do remarkable works
like the true son of a king would for all his loyal subjects;
I perform noble tasks that are impossible to multitudes of clever men,
I assess them all - for each worry - to have a fundamental answer.
These are the worries I use - in my everyday practice -
to bring fuller joy back to the glory of the living flesh.
I am indeed a man of goodwill.