Books That Cry

Written by Kitaka Alex

 

A metaphorical cover page,

Jejune like an impotent piece of land.

A word, drooping from the top right corner

Wet in blood.

Be………….

………………Witch………………..

…………………………………………Ing……………………

I-N-G

Symbolic to a wrestling ring.

Quick wind pecks the page.

 

First page,

First paragraph figurative like a corrupt bloated belly.

Words, dismantled

Marred like infertile plastic bottles raped by fire.

Taxi park.

Vans past their primes

Shimmering in rust

Travelers resembling legless grasshoppers.

Ignorant peasants crawling to wrong vans

Directed by the wit from con-artists

Youth, my age, peddling.

Anything they get their hands on

Potholes wrestling with pit latrines

A gathering of four or six under the mentorship of a phony fortune teller

Singing divine tales

Preacher on the read casting light on the “end drawing near” theme

Provocatively dressed women

Wriggling their buttocks like an earthquake

A community of naked street children

Drinking from a cup of hopelessness

A concoction with an ingredient of illiteracy

Such diversity regurgitated from flooding’s of abantu on the street.

 

Thus a unity we swallow.