INTANGA POETRY CORNER

Poet: Carla-Ann Makumbe Location: Gweru

Scarred, broken and tossed away. Limbs scattered all over the ground, The stench of pain escapes, it is blinding.

The odour of the screams corrupts

Victim

the atmosphere and there she kneels. There her spirit not broken as she realises she is about to be a statistic. See her war began at X and Y. Hers is of women massacred by lovers,

Hers is of women who fell at the feet of men who couldn't control their thirst.

Hers is of tears and markings call her deranged.

Hers is of numbers rising steeply as she stands disturbed.

Hers is of fear that her life might be ended like a switch by one whose thirst could not be quenched.