Space Lift Poem by Chenjerai Mhondera
Space Lift
If I die,
bury me in my chest
beneath, inside, deep, dark,
Where the plug, life
Tripped down, fall
To feel no more the heat of sun,
The pulse of air,
The whistling of wind,
waving of waves,
The serenity of sea, quiet
Falls drowned in pools.
I am locked in me
Looking everywhere
to find a space bar;
Lest I find one
The spacer to press no delete
and space lift.
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