songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

PRICK

PRICK   ME

Staring at the floor   for

47.5 minutes   Cold morgue

of a place   Bring me your

limping  your decrepit  your    hanging on by a thread

 

Neighbourhood blood lab

Dehumanize the dehumanized

Pretty girl from Dhaka  eyes         glazed over

Number 17!  she intones  in

dead monotone

 

Once alive  skipping stones in

a holy river   but no God ever

visited these concrete rooms         nature is forbidden

 

No windows   just trapped

blood specimens  shifting on

sore haunches

 

In mind’s eyes  becoming animals

who howl at the moon  Fully high

in the May 2nd  sky    Dhaka girl        confides

during ECG:  I’d rather be outside

 

Only 9 more hours of bloodletting      to go

__

 

By the rivers of Babylon

Where we sat down

There we wept

When we remembered Zion            (Melodians)

 

 

Spring  2013

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