A KIND OF BLUES

 Why were you knocking at night on the floor

 up above with your all-seeing cane Almighty?

 The proper thing was for you to come and help.

 Didnt you see me? I was collecting discarded mankind

 from a documenntarys dustcart-stifling

 the hunger emitted your black races grief.

 Didnt you see how gravely the dark circles

 were closing one by one round its eyes?

 Well, where are the loaves? Was the Holy

 baker who kneaded their multiplication

 so tha all ate and were filled

 a racist perhaps?

 

 Little girls-a familiar soft plaything

 a suitable gift for dolls not too old

 lying on the suns stretchers.

 Their figure raped, before long

 theyll acquire black bastard earth

 You being the Father most likely.

 

 Infants hanging from wailings teeats

 mothers all skin who squeeze and squeeze

 to get milk from the scene.

 

 On transparent membrane leanness draws

 swift skeleton that knit together boys.

 About ten years old-compare:

 at their age twelve years old He

 proclaimed a provisioner church? the world over.

 

 You wont believe it, these creatures herre

 Christ too when he was still a little cross

 a light piece of jewellery on the upward neck

 were given birth by me? rosy things. When still possible.

 When at the least angel

 id straightaway conceive lilies

 simply by smelling the white

 still fragrant world virginally unsuspecting.

 

 Thats why:

 vanitys bucket has sprung a leak

 and i refuse to byu it a new one.

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ΤΗIEVES IN MIND

 Crying she describes

 how burglars wrecked the house

 the wretches took her jewellery and raped

 old women values.

 

 Isnt she happy?

 Its been years since any thief

 set foot in my house

 even for coffee.

 I deliberately leave the pot unlocked.

 

 On returning each time I pray

 to find the doors canines broken

 

 the lights shaking as if just having knocked

 against a tall earthquakes head

 

 to see the burial gifts stolen

 from the mirrors mummy kingdoms

 

 as if someone had shaved in the bathroom

 and whiskers had sprouted on my beardless touch

 their refutation bound hand and foot on the floor

 

 and, coming at its leisure from the kitchen, steam

 from warm footprints with lots of cinnamon on top.