[Poem] Say a word often enough and it can lose its meaning

Say a word often enough and it can lose its meaning

The bricklayer is dead.
The doctor is dead.
The journalist is dead.
The mother is dead.
The artist is dead.
The neighbour is dead.
The daughter is dead.
The garbage collector is dead.
The architect is dead.
The writer is dead.
The grandfather is dead.
The baker is dead.
The nurse is dead.
The teacher is dead.
The grandmother is dead.
The dentist is dead.
The psychologist is dead.
The son is dead.
The manicurist is dead.
The brother is dead.
The painter is dead.
The handyman is dead.
The shopkeeper is dead.
The baby is dead.
The nanny is dead.
The engineer is dead.
The farmer is dead.
The fruit-picker is dead.
The politician is dead.
The secretary is dead.
The taxi driver is dead.
The student is dead.
The IT technician is dead.
The cousin is dead.
The hairdresser is dead.
The aunt is dead.
The electrician is dead.
The sister is dead.
The plumber is dead.
The uncle is dead.
The poet is dead.
The father is dead.
The photographer is dead.
The undertaker is dead.
The priest is dead.
The chef is dead.
The professor is dead.
The influencer is dead.
The economist is dead.
The lawyer is dead.
The imam is dead.
The historian is dead.

09/01/2024
Saaleha Idrees Bamjee

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I am a writer and photographer (look up my work on www.shootcake.com) based in Johannesburg, South Africa. I have an MA in Creative Writing from the university currently known as Rhodes. My writing accolades include winning the 2014 Writivism Short Story Prize and the 2020 Ingrid Jonker Poetry Prize for my debut collection, Zikr.

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