Scatterlings
I have left my laughter in stations forgotten
Lost and gone to echo down tracks forlorn
No one to bring home as the peels scattered
Forgotten broadcasts in fields barely known
Abandoned to find reception fading alone
Uncertain welcome like refugees scattered
Knowing only transient rooting, wandering,
Recalling hopes of migratory ancestors meandering
Soundings in passages and places scattered
Rendering to the memory the unforgotten
To show the world I was begotten
As I pass through life and at death be scattered.
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Farai Madzimbamuto
August 2009
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