JEREMIAD ON ROMANCE: "KWATONHORA" BY RADICAL LIBERTINE

The graceless teeth of weather,

Drunk with fermented 

formidable cold 

Bite my tender flesh

Disrupting the dutiful operations of my heat generating soldiers

That guarded my sensitive nerves.

Intruding into my body flesh

Tearing apart the fortified walls.

Ploughing and plant weeds of goose bumps at my neck,

Sickeningly combing my bulwark beard scarfing my chin.

With a whispering tone

I was instantly frozen

leaving me violently shaking like a reed in the midst of a tumultuous tide of cruel water flow.

Am I sick?

Is there something amiss?

Or this is Armageddon?

One couldn't tell.

This climate is brutally illtreating us,

Blankets hardly serve purpose.

So as clothes.

Didn't someone swap our climate page with that of China?

Or I am daydreaming?

If there's any Jonah amongst our midst,

please take you bags and off you go to your Nineva

Lest we perish.

©04:40

05/07/23

RADICAL LIBERTINE

- Zimbabwe

The poet persona laments over the harsh cold weather in his setting. The speaker concludes by asking if his country's weather has been exchange with China's.