FruitShip… Zambezi to Paradise

early Sunday morning

empire building session just closed

but before he sleeps

he sees the portrait of Karl Mauch and sniggers,

thinking of the Great Dyke

 

he knows to be the most is to do the most

and feels justified in knowing

a house of stone does not collapse

although it can be abandoned

 

‘79.6 billion percent inflation’

he never understood what the fuck that meant

yes – he sure felt something

but he always knew too well the true store of value,

peace never escaping the mind

 

and so he lights one up for the early morning

mulberry, plum, avocado, guava, mango,

granite mangosteen, water and smelly-berry

decorates the breakfast table

monkey orange, prickly-pear, snot apple, and monkey bread

all kinds of African sweets

 

never to perceive suffering long as he lives

rather to savour its sweetness

 

diamonds and gold,

the greatest stories ever told

at his own ‘Groote Schuur’

where he’ll display the fifth bird of stone

in the land he calls home

 

he told her

a few more years and he’d have the world for her

that she should close her eyes and see

2020 something with him –

she jumped ship

rightfully so,

visions are hard to share

 

but more got on it still…

 

a lover just told him she fears he be going-in so hard

and even if they had a family

he wouldn’t have time enough for it

 

that had him thinking

there is –

no right –Β  no wrong

only a belonging to the world

 

then he told her he loved her

and she should just enjoy the ride

because he’s sailing the ship from the Zambezi to Paradise

 

Β© Heath Muchena, 2014


4 Comments on “FruitShip… Zambezi to Paradise”

  1. lesleyauthor says:

    As a Zimbabwean native who has been on the Zambezi …. I enjoyed this peace and the African nuances πŸ™‚

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  2. I of July says:

    Thanks, I’m glad πŸ™‚

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  3. jesspoet says:

    Vivid, intimate, and evocative.

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  4. I of July says:

    much appreciated πŸ™‚

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