Dead and Gone by Moffat Moyo (Zambia) Print
Poetry
Monday, 11 January 2010 19:06
One dayThe tears of the dead shall glowLike streaks of lightningBright in the night The fingers in red bloodDiseases of times goneMaggots out thereofSacred pains of bleeding poetryFeet in the darkEcho the trampled soilsDust flirts with the airBut for the inexistent light in sightYetWhen we brighten upThe sun drownsIn the tears of the dead