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Temporary Sanity - Dambudzo Marechera
What song now, scarecrow
Between the wind and I?
The sun will set my love wil die
The seed plucked by indifferent beaks;
And to distant battle my foot hurries
My heart races faster than military drums.
Of ktichen and table and bed I am berefit
Willingly so and have hung my boots on twilight's nail.
The sun has not set my love has not died
The land is green my hand is around her heart
Tightening into a fist -
No, I am not drunk. My world from horizon to
Horizon has shrunk to a pinhead
Since I set eyes on her
Yesterday at three minutes to three.
(Cemetary of Mind, 1992)
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