When they appeared, we were like, “What …the?” motorcycles
dangling from multi-coloured wings, animated comic book scene
blond wisps racing at leisure in deliberate mid-morning breeze
rainbow spectrum gone haywire, in the azure June sky
they were flaunting metallics, Kariba breams in fish eagle talons.
They hovered above, the whole school was set in a frenzy
nerds set books aside, watched in awe, tree-hoppers
gnawing into altitude like Superman, zooming in to land
ZAKA AIRSTRIP from Buffalo Range Aerodrome passing
through Eaglemont, dodging murk from the hosts.
The first time Gogo had seen the sun being made to shrivel
like a berry in the sun by something audible was back
in ‘the year of grasshoppers’, a great swarm had turned
the high solar heat to warm by a massive green curtain
that came down to roost with a whirr, a body, onto a village
of keen locust eaters, leaving skeletal contents for the silo
a celebratory mood took over, there was nothing fishy here
she undid her floral *zambia swirling, bringing it down
dust was confetti showers rewinding. Gogo ululated
blissful as a bride, took to a prance, a new kind of dance
round and round her third leg. Wakanda? A vibranium-like rod
It was raining men!
Copyright © Joyce Chigiya | Year Posted 2021
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