Enthronement

I am lonely eating
The hearts of my predecessors.
I have eaten the ghosts
Of my fathers
And have flushed them
Down the drain-
Who will guide my path aright?
Who will hold my heart at Night?
I see my little white child
Playing jocund in the angry red mud-
That little boy will eat me soon
That little boy will eat my heart
And will sit
On the throne
With his fathers.

Alone.