Poetry Pleases: The Dead Poem
Masimba Biriwasha's words will haunt your thoughts.
In the beginning is darkness,
Out of the formless void
Words clip and clot
Bearing wombs
Pregnant with fiery promise
Walking still, they become
Dried mince waiting for the rain
Licking the dust like serpents
Like the crawling things of the earth
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