you were
so
concerned
with dancing
stars
who
will
win
how could they
endure
such a
rigorous schedule
but
while
you
sat there
i sat
here
a child
from darfur
my dried tears
are yesterday’s fears
not today’s
this arid place
holds my forgotten face
as if bound to a cross
my body aches
from the janjaweed’s
penetrations
this was no wedding night
with one
lover
it was satan’s army
i was
the victor’s prize
and so my tears
went unheard
your
god
my
god
did not intervene
nor did any
one
change
the channel
for fear
of missing
who
the
winner was
it
was
not
me