Poetry from Lost Roads PublishersFive poems from Heart Into Soil
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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 |