BROKEN FLOWER
By Dzekashu MacViban
The picture of your broken smile
This lackluster moon reflects,
Causing sadness to loiter in careless footsteps
As everything changes; the darkness,
Heavy and deep— gives way
To the dog-days of December
And the very light of the sun is cold to me
But a fit of lachrymose with a touch of black
Lacerates the soul deeper than eagles’ claws—
Now, lateral thinking as a lantern
Shields me and everything o the crossing is Different
I sing of freedom, freedom from secular shackles
A shout of joy that pierces the firmament
And beyond like a clap of thunder
I become my melody
And as one, we dance to the sound of drums
We dance to the sound of drums!
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Dzekashu MacViban is the author of a poetry collection titled Scions of the Malcontent, and his work has appeared in The New Black Magazine, Wasafiri, ITCH, FabAfrique, Palapala, Saraba, Aaduna, The Ngoh Nkuoh Review and African Writer. He blogs at www.alternativemuse.blogspot.com