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A Shred of Identity Will this moon scrap itself off my poems! This twilight zone stretching between English school And my cockroach voice? To the ant perched on a grain of sand My giant Artistic dilemma is scarcely visible Only clearly seen when I raise my foot. The bee on its sweet sticky errand, seeing me, Shoots off at a tangent humming his scorn. The early swallow from his searing flight Scarcely casts instantaneous glance at my pains. The dustman shrugs, hurls his concrete burden Into factory hand adjusts the zip on his overalls And without a care awaits his Call – factory’s siren; The milkman cycles his round; the soldier Kisses his girl hurries to carry out orders. They all seem to know their own selves While I like a madman continue to decipher The print on a shred of blank paper The print that is to become the poem behind this poem. — Dambudzo Marechera, Cemetery of Mind.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 13:08:54 +0000

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