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Mike Banda Poem
Wake up, Silence,
War has plucked away his eyelids.
Blade and shield
Have become limb and dust,
We all bathe
In death's lust
For maiden blood.
Wake up,Silence,
Rain has unburied
The skull of Fear.
The sun has shunned
The love of summer,
Gravel has swallowed wheel
And man has walked
Into sea.
Wake up,Silence,
Lava has smothered island.
Night has darkened our breath
And fire has watered our bloom
Till poison to the hand.
Copyright © Mike Banda | Year Posted 2009
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Mike Banda Poem
She riddened herself
Into a shaft of night,
Her lips ironed into a frozen grin
By the cold.
Her mossy stockings gaped
At the heels,
And a jersey dripped about her;
A loose cobweb of wound red wool.
Her creak;as if the final
From a strangled heart.
Frost waxed fingers tipped a candle
As if it was graven from a stick of sulfur,
While one leg
Desperately kneaded a dead other.
Her lips smeared mist
And stirred as if to melt.
"Buy the candle," she said,
Offering it dryly
Like the rosary of a beggar's religion.
If only the pocket of the heart
Was of worldly worth,
Then a man starved and shoeless
Would be a nugget well polished for hell.
But the wings of this tide
Beat the hapless way,
And a pout such as yours
May forever be suppled with hay.
Copyright © Mike Banda | Year Posted 2009
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