Zimbabwe

Written by: Donal Mahoney

Zimbabwe
 
 
From shimmering oil
of ebony still
 
will come flailing of limbs
will come hacking
 
quick slashing
of hands now untied
 
tattooing no pattern
not even a maze
 
depriving gray walls
of their stone
 
will come spittle
wild churning rivers
 
agush from slack jaws
of blanching gray hounds 

till one day at dawn
will come quiet
 
 
Donal Mahoney