No flowers in view – only
black roses now grow
Peering through coal dusted
snow – footprints leave an
unimpressionable reminder
But the cracked window doesn’t
leave any symbolic clues...
The dim light shining through
shows everything is cracked
Even inside – four walls
no doors open out – only in
In to diminish the square
footage – walls closing in
Quickly make a wish for
the dim light to be extinguished...
All hanging pictures hung upside
down – watch the paint dripping
Dripping through the cracks in the
floor – soon will be gray canvas
Will have to brush stroke new
images – reflected only through the
cracked window...
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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