we move ahead of the slaughtered streams, sun
with blind torches, blind songs, drunk drums
to clear labyrinths of entangling webs
slippery ladders and fetch
those who climbed halfway
to kiss scarlet, diseased feet
like dead leaves, like polished bones
incinerated in concentration camps
sjambok latches light deceitful truths
awaited spectioneers disappear with lampoons
in whale gullies, incertitude, amorphous blackness.
those who passionately plead for euthanasia
who wail to be buried with exposed limbs
as souvenirs for those coming with cutthroat dawns;
dream hunters seize umbilical cords
twisted around savage necks,
those who stifle birth cries of good consciences
and muffle diligent labours of sane liberties
draw refrigerated cabinets, identify frozen faces
of the departed unbailed,
dispatched untimely for fictitious omissions -
you look other way?
when predatory claws seize feeble innocents
and lap boisterous rivulets -
you close your wide ears?
when hounded friends scream for candles
and morn after, decimated remains
are exposed on frightened, strained streets
like hyenas’ unfinished dinner -
you pass with hushed faces, mute prayers?
dream sharer your long knives
skin our lean wind like coupon sheets,
you slaughter our days
like peace lambs in famished shrines
the moon declines shinning again here
and sun hides its face in fright
on the cross of structural redemption -
our salvation is shifted each time
we move towards our driving priest.
he masquerade in a dance of frenzy
he is rain on exile.
set your drunk heart on eyes of the ravaging tiger
hear naked screams of the ram’s last pleas
don’t dismiss the loud evidence
of this black parade from your loaded heart.
dewdrops on hounded hearts,
blood drops
on falconers and the falconed..
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