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Writer's pictureThe Red Wheelbarrow Poetry

His Grandfather's Toolbox

Updated: Jun 9, 2021

Kobus Moolman


Does a heart beat here inside

the man asked and he banged

the old wooden box, the box

that his grandfather stored his

old tools in, the tools to repair

his old orthopaedic boots, and

if there is a heart here he asked

as he counted the loud feet of

the pedestrians, and counted

the loud feet of the old oak tree,

as he banged the old wooden

box of his ribcage, then can I,

can I trust my blood still, can I

trust my old hands to keep the

lid shut so that nothing leaks out?


Featured on 11 February 2021

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