The men from the pans

In Brakpan at a time
lived a breaker
build very well
like a young Tarzan,
that kicked in shop windows
and caused amuck

to get a fight
with the police
and then hit
six or seven of them
into the hospital.

Till one day
that a small young policeman
gave him
a knock out punch
and his giant legs
folded in beneath him

and unconscious
he dropped to the ground
to open his eyes
in a cell.

When he got up
he hooked both of his thumbs
in his braces,
shook his head

and couldn’t understand
that such a small guy
could hit him off his feet

and though deep
about what to do
and decided then and there
to stop his wiles

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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