MONOLOGUE OF AN EXILE
Just one dusk at the terminus,
the hourglass will shatter.
No more pain,
no more suffering,
just the silence
of a penance without sentence.
My feelings,
a procession of punishments.
My condolences
to all those victims
who drowned their vigilance
in the bowels of negligence.
No allegiance
to the urgencies of decadence.
The decay of my celestial spark
sanctifies its own downfall.
I am nothing but a coffin
of indelible scars,
bound to vanish into the darkness of the void.
I have known
the insolence of opulence.
I have tasted
the delights of misery.
My impure hands
have strangled innocence,
far from the spotlight
of condescension.
They learned
to cut hard drugs
to beautify the nightmares
of ill-omened birds.
I still have ammonia
in my brain,
baking soda
on my knuckles.
I learned
to handle weapons of war
in pine-covered forests.
I still smile
when I hear a Kalashnikov
sing the sinister symphonies
of retaliation.
I’ve never pleaded guilty
nor howled beneath flashing lights.
I absorbed
all the lessons of omertà
and the laws of the penal code.
My hair turned white
on a body battered
by irreversible damage.
I wish annihilation
upon all my enemies,
declared or disguised.
I adore darkness,
like those condemned
on death row.
I grew up
in the paradise of savagery,
under a bleak sky.
I bicker every day
with the devil,
over the rent
for my place in hellfire.
A few broken hearts.
My offspring
are scattered across the Earth.
I am a Sub-Saharan immigrant,
in love with freedom.
I did not come
to spread the good news
of brotherhood.
My phallus is circumcised
and I don’t eat pork—
just like Christ.
No money,
no equality:
humans
are not all equal,
even if the reaper
resets the counters to zero.
I am eloquent and elegant
like my demons.
I’ve traumatized my ghosts
with the clarity of a psychopath
with sociopathic ambitions.
I love to change time zones
for sunny beaches,
when the accounts are in the green.
I’ve had the chance
to wander across four continents.
I am a chameleon
with skin rich in melanin.
I am not intelligent,
I’ve just travelled a lot.
Copyright © Auguste Romain Nyecki | Year Posted 2025
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