what part was alleged
the terror or the attack
knowing death was real
Author: slpmartin
infidel…
you have
long
been
dead
what god
there was in you
has perished
for
when you
tasted
innocent blood
you became
a soulless
dried weed
caught up
in the fetid winds
of earthly judgement
no god
would speak
to you
you
who prey
upon children
afraid to face
your foe
as a man
rather
you slither
upon the earth
at night
stealing girl children
from their beds
like a pimp
on a city street
you have entered
their lives
and
we pray
that god’s
judgement
will be swift
for you
the faithless
while waiting for sunrise…
can you hear her
talking to the night
as if it were
her lover
can you hear her
talking to the night
as if it could hear
her empty prayers
can you hear her
talking
talking to
the night
or
is
that
your voice
i hear
dancing on toes…
sitting on her
front porch
aunt bea
watched
the neighbor’s daughter
rehearsing
with her friend
for her quinceañera
she said
when i was young
i would grab
my father’s hands
and
he would lift me
placing my small feet
on each of his shoes
and
we would dance
he guiding me
with
each of his steps
so i could learn
how to dance
now days
folks are
quick to say
pull yourself up
stand on your
own
two feet
watching them
all the while
stumbling through life
but
i think
in life
we need to do
the same
as my father
lift someone
place them on
our toes
and
teach them
how
to dance
ethos…
they come
without a box
not even
an instruction manual
system setup
is
user-friendly
and
all the programs
operate
without a flaw
each delusion
is self-contained
and
we
quickly
implement them
regardless
of training
or
truth
shopping…
aunt bea
said
washington
always reminds me
of a senegalese market
where
everyone knows
what’s
for sale
the only question
is
how to come
to terms
on
the price
go ahead ignore global warming..
sorry front-page news
a former president paints
suspect he used oils
on giving…
bapa dola
said to his student
always serve
a guest water
and
chapati
first
if they show
gratitude
and
express thanks
then
serve them
wine
and fruit
else
bid them
safe journey
power struggle…
final words unheard
spent his life ruling others
his last wish unheard
his last wish unheard
for family debated
what he might say last
calling to your closed window…
come
take my hand
and
walk with me
feel
the night’s breath
and
the complete embrace
of stars
oh
and
the sweet kiss
of spring’s mist
upon our lips
you
can hold
all of the night’s treasures
without strain
do not
delay
come
walk with me
