(We) give her sadness and the gift of pain,
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a new moon madness and a love of rain.
- Dorothy Parker "The Godmother" (Bracket mine)
the minaret already booked the hour
and the pall bearers will come for you
and the pall bearers will come for you
three times three times they’ll knock
with sad gongs and saddened drums
a corpse. you’ll answer.
“we walked your wet corridors
and we are here to carry you to a lasting rest.”
a procession. men stretch like a serpentine bridge.
... thronging like rabid elephants
“we dug your grave with axe and machete
we’ll salute you with forbidden salvos”
meet damilola. singer and witness.
hear him sing you the dirge of your own funeral
meet duro. three-times abiku.
and quickly learn the vocabulary of the dead.
it’s the morning of your last breath.
you will see with your dead eyes
termites foraging on your innards
good night in advance.
or shall we mold your vagina with granite?
19 comments:
My mad friend has gone mad again!
Call me when you can.
very funny. call you so you can torture my ears again?
GChat when you can ;)
No. Don't mold.
Goodnight.
You Inspire me, even though I had to carry dictionary to read it....the words were beautiful
oh wow!...interesting
This is efing too dark. But I like the brevity. I think you are a master of condensing complex thoughts. The imageries are spot on: "rabid elephants" "serpentine bridge".
If this is a result of a deep emotional experience, I hope this poem got you exorcised.
Take care.
Jajah.
Nice one.
You always know how to put words together.
(Y)
Kindly change your thots
These morbid thoughts are so unlike you.
dark.... but then I like dark things.. Excellent piece man...
Brief and obscure. And beautiful. Above all, very, very beautiful.
Greetings from London.
Hmmn,
Its so beautiful to read, i really don't know what to say; you are one queer mind. tell me you were born Feb 30th!
Yaaay!
He posts again! (and beautifully so)
meet Duro. three times abiku...
It's the morning of your last breath...
Good night in advance?
Yezzir! Eye kush...
Corpse, grave, cruelty, angst, a requiem..
It doesn't get darker than this..
Ah! Hmmm...
I just had a mental picture of termites foraging on innards O.o
*i shudder at the vision of the molding*
Now this is seriously dark stuff. what gives? :-)
Dark I must say,
Beautifully written
Ah! Hmmm...
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