Road Meat At Dawn Poem by Brian Tafadzwa Penny

Road Meat At Dawn

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Pick your wire,
Bend down and choose,
What do you want,
Necks, goat meat,
Feets, sausages,
Pig ears,
Take your choice,
Bend down and pick,
Its public its everywhere,
Road butcheries with no roof,
What if the rains come,
For the scorching sun has already gone,
Road meat at dawn,
Favouable butcheries for many,

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