Tragedy

Poem By Dellas Chitekwe

That minute,
That brief minute,
That minute suddenly strikes;
When love and hate mean the same
When happiness and sadness are alike
When to live or to die makes no difference.

Within that minute...
The gardener's seeds transform into live bullets
The witch doctor's medicine fails to work
The million dollar assassin shoots the wrong man
The once loyal dog rebels against its master
The catholic nun falls pregnant
The virgin's thighs fall apart.

Within that minute...
The dog starts coughing up feathers
And we all pretend not to know what happened to the chicken.

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