Biography
Against darkness the shiny pelt
slides down. Night
chews the bones of tiny creatures
I try to see into the
past that pain has pressed shut
The white woman
watches me in her happiness
She doesn't understand how
I am full of anger, how
an armed government
can modify the soul
within a body
Ah but the only indestructible
is flesh. It can
bend serenely in the dark while
the humiliated soul flees screaming
To squat at the root
of animality. Their sex
flickers in my brain
Something I must have
felt this dark night. My two
little fingers twist and
pinch the lips spitting out
the word "motherland." Motherland
source of my destitute wandering
abroad, in
shame. Against darkness
the shiny pelt. I weep for
love of the white woman. Pure love
Sublime love. I hate
my hysterical past
Who can stop him? Facing the
way he came, hateful and contemptuous
he turns humiliated and keeps on
walking. The night maintains
my body temperature. He wakes
from his long anger. Who can force him
back to it, whether
abroad or in his motherland
When the soul returns
existence is ratified
Flesh is weak but
strong if you feel the soul
Light shines out like matter
lifting you in clarity
You stand in the road and weep
weeping the fullness of love
and the only thing that can stop
you, finally
stop you, is
there are limits to
what a body can do
Di home page
Sitting in the sun
Zone
The shame of flesh
The passage to heaven
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