His touch fierce
As a burning fire
Fire beneath the legs_
Her mourning became
their serenading hymns
As they changed turns
Like the red and green
Of robots!
Her vine became the Red Sealed
salt_ unfavorable!
She kisses the face of fate,
As a hopeless infant
Juggles in the womb of
her hovering spirit.
Finding peace _
In a world full of Sodom
Not solace
Mockers not mentors
Of what worth is death than
life?
They were bulldozers
By the path
Experts in dark deeds
Smart as snakes to
leave not their traces
But their sperms!
Armed with rifles
The land between
her legs serene_
Became their reserve
For wild beasts.
I don’t know if this is right or
Wrong
But what wrong have I done
To be eaten unripe
And left with unwounded pores
And tears that cannot silence the pain
I am straying from life to
to live with the dead long
Buried in cotacombs
Only abortion!
“Miss Quotes*
Bones making an Acapellas