Poem
Titus Moetsabi
WHISTLE NIGHT
WHISTLE NIGHT
WHISTLE NIGHT
Stands transfixedLike a piece of wood
By the side, a hood.
Night fall creep
Like a caterpillar
Night émigrés colonising alleys.
Sleeping like a shot-gun
A whistle lies tucked away
On fat chest pocket.
Night fall creep
Like a stab in the back
As sudden grappling starts.
Echoes like cicada music
Call transfixed figures not to chicken out,
To soldiers come to rescue.
Guard lies bleed
Like a broken sewage pipe
No person or ambulance in sight.
Stay off whistle night
The broken promise laid off me
Like all vehicles without spare parts.
© 1999, Titus Moetsabi
From: Fated Changes
Publisher: AfricCOMMS Books, Harare
From: Fated Changes
Publisher: AfricCOMMS Books, Harare
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WHISTLE NIGHT
Stands transfixedLike a piece of wood
By the side, a hood.
Night fall creep
Like a caterpillar
Night émigrés colonising alleys.
Sleeping like a shot-gun
A whistle lies tucked away
On fat chest pocket.
Night fall creep
Like a stab in the back
As sudden grappling starts.
Echoes like cicada music
Call transfixed figures not to chicken out,
To soldiers come to rescue.
Guard lies bleed
Like a broken sewage pipe
No person or ambulance in sight.
Stay off whistle night
The broken promise laid off me
Like all vehicles without spare parts.
From: Fated Changes
WHISTLE NIGHT
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