Thursday Poem

Power
.
this is how we dress
power:
with whistles and muskets and gunpowder
from outriders
flashing lights
smoked glass windows
motorcades
titles
minus handshakes
minus smiles
minus sorrow.
we dress power
like a pestilence.

by Chenjerai Hove
from Rainbows in the Dust
Baobab Books, Harare