Cremation of The Scarecrow

In his debut collection of poems, Chando salvages words from the wreckage of time and rummages through the rubble of his own world in search of self. This communiqué is the tesserae emanating from the mélange of his flotsam and jetsam, a decree that the purpose of life, in all its forms, is found in the freedom of thought and expression.
“…and to the gatekeepers
denying the rusted hinges movement
like stilt walkers scared of gravity,
sitting in the skulls of stillborns
and telling the mothers to go home,
swallowing flowers and flossing
their teeth in the withering spring,
measuring mercy with teaspoons
and dispensing it with tremoring hands,
fencing their fancies with ancient fire:
I was born to play with fire
and this poem is my scar”
 
A collection of poems by Dzikamayi Chando