Treasure Island

Jinge Norvall

(Bulawayo)

The Poor Ones


Twas Jack Frost
Who held the land
In his grip of ice and snow
And the poor ones shuddered
In their shivering shacks
Not an ember to warm cold souls..
And the beast that gnawed at their empty guts
Raged on through the merciless night
Ravenous, consuming - as frost on flowers -
The poor ones had faced their last.
Last meal, so meagre.. Last fire in the hearth..
Clinging together, love, at the last.

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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