Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 2, Number 2. November 2019. ISSN: 2581-7094
Tiny graves
Legendary
godly eyes see
That
hugely small
Bones
won’t fit
This
space so vast
Yet
they don’t last
With
words of lust
Cantankerous
times
We
are at the mountains
Can’t
bury him
Spirit
says yes
Swirling
swerving
Body
of malume
Sokhele
clan name
Says
no
Millipede
feet have arrived
No
so called coffins
Claims
him
Succulent
passages
Of
death echo
We
don’t use them
At
the foot our mountains
All
roads lead here
All
secrets start here
We
forget market place
Outlines
giants
Robotic
life of 9 -5
Clock
clock of
Knock
knock
Heavy
joyless
Jobless
after toothless
Presidents
& queens
If
we could colonize death
When
all music
Can’t
sing
Choristers
of death
Humming
mediterranean
&
renaissance notes
Mountain
river makes sounds
Deeper
than unfathomable
Caves
on mountains
Tiny
grave of mountain plea
Blanket
is a Fog
Kings
are buried here
At
the mouth of mountains
Giants are buried
In
tiny graves…
Rigor mortis poetry (to Sylvia Plath)
Let’s
read death visa versa
&
place my Lady upside down
To
crown life its golden demise
To
ink you rigor mortis poetry
Probably
your vampire tears
Are
my ghetto spasm
Where
Soweto sprawls
Meet
America’s timely grave
Since
your words have grown
Gray
as God
Ghetto
hounds prey
On
mindful games
Of
mud & lames are these
Stripped
poetry of
Black
Lady of Lazarus
Ah!
Jabula blood
Yes
blood never meant destiny
Daddy
Trump vampires
Where
dreams journey
Just
like wraith cruise
From
spectral A-Z
Taxes
of Hell excuse
Like
enjambment is limbo
Never
eaten a kit Kat
That
tastes like sombre pearls
In
bowel wars
Of
your tempering
Consonants
to spell
Death
visa versa
And
spill it on Atlantic sea…
Let’s
read death visa versa
&
place my Lady upside down
To
win death and its tiers…
For
the lake Mirror merely
Reflected
threshold of
Daddy’s
Time’s bead
Harvest
of Souls
Let’s
read death visa versa
&
place my Lady upside down
To
win death and its tiers…