House Of Prosody Poem by Deluke Muwanigwa

House Of Prosody

My house of prosody completely broke down
The poetry I recited now without a sound

Poetry books on my shelf no longer about The Self
Ballads which used to be like tasty salads now rancid

Every verse spoilt by wrong verbs
Sonnets jammed like gears in sprockets

Chasms found in chiasmus poetry
A cock cock-a-doodling, doodling like a cock

A hen laying eggs, eggs laying a future for another hen

As if cocks are divorced from poultry
Like I am divorced from poetry

The proof of being aloof being a home without a roof.
Broken in verges of verses between a bridge.

Poesy burying itself under the rubble without an autopsy
My spirit a parody in my house of prosody

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