For The Dungheap Poem by Jabulani Mzinyathi

For The Dungheap



there is no meal here
too late to salvage anything
this fish is rotten
the foul stench
from the head to the tail
to the garbage can
take it there fast

Sunday, June 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: war and peace
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