Sound Of Night Poem by Chenjerai Mhondera

Aplomb
And still;
Sometimes the sound
of a sane night.

Blinded from light;
warm, broad, and healing.

The sound of the night;
snoring, blurting
In wild farts and regrets.

Yawning;
Deceased;
buried under blankets.
To wake to hear
The sound of a drunken and angry night


Her rage, her torment;
rolled and couched in a street corner;
trembling to winter massacre.

Such a cruel night;
The tormentor
Whistling to loitering colds,
The wind to stop by
to harass coverless bodies.

May tomorrow come
To tell the sound of night;
dark as her heart