Superhero Poem by Shelton Chiuswa

She clad her white cotton knitting, rapped her baby within a shawl the cold massaging her lips.
The cold wild chipped on her fingers munching away her nail endings.

Darkness is a daily constant night friend as she wanders the night with her wares, selling all she can offer. A pound of flesh for marauding lions, bananas for the monkeys.

He stood there in tears holding his heart and tears with words of sacrilege. He dreams of the red soils of home and the Chevron echoes loud in the hind of joy.

The thick bushes of Gorongoza and Gaza are my home. The thick forests of Mogagao my home ground.
I miss NeShungu he was taken by the forests, I miss Misihairemi she was eaten my the river. I miss my mother she awaits my coming home.