-Collaboration Poem from Zimbabwean Poets-
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Norman Mwale [The PenPusher]
Stephen Mupoto [Ngugi Wamkiri]
You will rove in pathways
Once you inter their shadows
And suffer from mindless wiseness,
With the heavy rain cloud mocking
The empty-bellied home
And despair will impress life,
Muttering bellies watch the ever
Weeping fields,
The ascendence watch in grievous
Tears
Upon their hastily buried impressions.
Hunger will outspread its mat,
Lie besides your feeble, immortal
Dreams,
And mother will sit immediately after,
Brooding about your dilapidation,
And listening to your stories
Of scalded dreams,
As she carapaces her milk
Spouting nipple with blistery substance.
The sun will groan,
As it lumbers in its orbit.
It will bleed through its menstrual cycle,
And still find itself caressing the rotten Moon,
As it trudges towards its death-end.
The moon will be sober no more,
Drunk and staggers in its milky way,
Towards an unsealed end.
And you will still rove in dark pathways,
Drooling under the crushing braces,
Of inane wiseness,
Inundated in the fallacies of time.