Touch And Die Poem by ZWAVHUDI MARY NDWAMBI

OLD WOMAN STANDING BY THE BROKEN GATE
WRINCLES EYES THAT TOUCH THE CRIMPLED
CRACKED NAILS FOR THE SAKE OF THE ABANDONED
HAIR THAT REFLECT LIGHT LIKE AN ALMOND BLOSSOMS
OPEN ARMS TO POOR, EXTENDED HANDS TO NEEDY
A LILY THAT RISE AMONG THE THORNS
TOUCH HER AND TASTE THE DEATH

MOUTH WIDE OPEN, NOT SILENT
WORDS POURED DEEP WITHIN TO RELEASE
THEIR TWIGS ARE DRY AND BROKEN OFF
YET NEVER CEASE TO SPREAD FIRE OF GOOD NEWS
PUNISHED WITH A SWORD, GREATER AND POWERFUL SWORD
UNSTOPPABLE LIKE THE HARDEST STONE, HARDER THAN FLINT
TOUCH HIM AND SEE DEATH

SPEECHLESS, NO HAND TO DEFEND
COMFORTERS ARE GONE FOR GOOD, INHERITANCE LEFT BEHIND
BUT NEVER TASTE THE SWEETNESS OF ITS SUGAR
HOME IS HOME FOR THE HOMELESS
STOMATCH FILLED WITH THE DUST OF THE DUST BIN
SCHOOL CUT OFF ITS CABLE, LIFE COST MORE
TOUCH THEM IF YOU WANNA DIE