Norman Mwale [The PenPusher]
There is much premonition
Mother will die of this lengthy feeling,
She sees only a drained life,
Glorified with nude sculptures,
With the craving worm burrowing,
Dragging the spoil deep underground
To the hades of integral silence!
Where life is banished by human fate,
Father will die too
Of his unlikely dream he dreamed of mother
And the child she carries in her belly
Posing an upside down posture
The child drinking from the breast by Cutting the nipple with steel
And the impeccant mother bleeding lntense and profound fear!
As she watch the slithery progress of Life!