Before The Winter Poem by Tafadzwa Chiwanza

Before the winter

In my vision they all fall before the winter
Like flakes of snow disappearing In an inferno;
I hear their screams crackle like thorns in a bonfire
And I see a heavy silence descend like a huge blanket
From the the barren dark clouds of summer-
And I feel a superstitious dread embrace me-
Before shoving me into the deep dark sea.

At the bottom of the deep, where the titanic rests,
A blind man smiles at what he only can see:
As beautiful and terrifying as sunset-
The long arms of the the long march to freedom
Cast themselves onto his saggy shoulders-
To burden his burdened soul with the eyes that see-
Shiny pennies scattering on cobblestones,
Where there's no one with the fingers to pick them up.

Tafadzwa Lemuel Chiwanza