It is blue in Harare by Xitha Makgeta

Xitha Makgeta | Jan 17th, 2022 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

Harare streets will suck out the breath in you
What’s worth a dollar when you can’t breathe?
I autopilot across sidewalks
A traffic light with one eye robots itself
Police come out of the blue wagging batons like tails
Flip the coin it is the head of state
How quick the city losses its taste
Hurled into the fire’s breathing
The burning that got Dzamara disappearing
I share a bench with Marechera’s ghost at Unity Square
He spits poems in Shona, as if to d/train his tongue
There’s fire in the streets
Prison walls eat us to the bone
We remain blue with a memory of stone

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