The stain on her wedding gown

The stain on her wedding gown
Is from the blood
Of her unborn twins-

A big rock.
Two little eggs.

                                  Smash!

The stain on her wedding gown
Is from the blood
Of her unborn twins-

Whose skulls were crushed
In their unborn sleep.

Rib cage

Unlock my ribcage,
Unplug my heart.

Lock my ribcage,
Without my heart.

Now touch my ribcage
Can you feel that,

Can you feel my soul
Beating for you...?

Angel

She's proof that angels
Still walk among
us...

Anointing Oil

I am marked by
The anointing oil-
My head, my hands
My Feet, my chest
Are all smeared
With oil.
Surely the devils
must have smelt
With their noses spiritual
The fragrance of the olive oil.
Surely the devils
Will not touch me,
Or will they?
Will they dare lay a finger on me...

...despite the anointing?

My bride

A voice crying out
In the wilderness-
Ululating the divorce
Of Zeus and his wives
(And concubines).
How could the butterfly
Refuse the nectar, or
The housefly, the pyre?
Whose hands have assundered
That which Jehovah
Has sewn together?
Who shall settle our case?

My love, our love; its acerbity
Has numbed my heart.
And I will not kiss the bride;
The bride is not my bride-

She belongs to my past.
The hebetude of the prize
Wale says, put our future
To sleep.

The things I have seen

These are the things
I have seen-
A bull running on water
A lizard flying like a bird
A bird crawling like a lizard
A snake swallowing a tree
A tree with forked tongue
A dog that meows
A cat that barks
A hen that eats her young
A cock mating with an eagle
And a parrot that prophesies.

I am blind.

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.