Deed Tears
And the deed
Is undying,
The wound is
Not a healing process.
And then
Small axes
Could not cut down
Big, big trees
An image,
A human face, a man;
An eye with tears
Flowing from it
Becoming his hair.
It is an
Experience that is
Its only chance.
Copyright © Fungayi Elias Ndhlovu | Year Posted 2017
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