The black cat pounces~
claws eviscerate! –
victim cries out as its specie
tongue torn-out. Surely
God could not have intended
this! The black cat,
licks, nurses, cleans its young.
Would die for their protection.
Purrs in the old woman’s lap,
otherwise alone, needing a cat’s
warmth of affection – surely God
intended it this way. Surely
God has a
convoluted
reflection --
A breathless black bird cannot fly,
Yet, a drowned fish can still float in water;
You can eviscerate its tongue, but you
Cannot unring a rung bell;
But you can knee a black man’s neck,
And he’ll never breathe again;
You may oppressively beat us to the ground,
But we shall rise again;
For we are indeed,
The children of blood and thunder
And we shall not stay down:-
No, a breathless black bird cannot fly,
Yes, a drowned fish can still float in water;
Though the pandemic road ahead
May be rough and rugged,
We’re well equipped with bulldozer souls;
Like butterflies, we may be cocooned in metamorphosis,
Yet, we shall soar with eyes on the prize;
We’re like the circadian moon—waning—
But always waxing back to fulfillment;
Like the sun going to its evening horizon settings,
We too, shall continue to rise again and again:-
Insipid be the bounty, lain before the masses.
Languishing are those the ravenous harasses.
Mortals just morsels to a hunger never sated.
Fear laden blood keeps who feeds intoxicated.
The crazed stare unphased, their beckoning insidious.
They whom lay slayed, just meat for the carnivorous.
Of men or of babe be plated and devoured.
To this they're enslaved by ritual empowered.
Disposed as they go the corpses they eviscerate.
Now over, the glow danced by as they incinerate.
fork has many interpretations
connotations
as do
eviscerate
slaughter
butchery
all can mean less than they
appear to be
context is important
but War
War is the foulest of foul words
a word that only the dead hear correctly
the living
choose from a lexicon of oaths
they may banter
or throw stones
but War
War kills every word
in the dictionary
even to the last
blood-soaked letter
Eviscerate my being! Distort my face!
Bring me closure to my ego; replace!
Seizure in dark games through which we interlace,
Beckoning the reaper's embrace.
Subvert my empathy!
Break me into colluded ecstasy!
Mold me in your image of apathy!
Put me in a daze of senseful apogee!
If only I could help You experience the same...
If only I could put out what had went aflame...
If only I could rid you of your own self blame...
My ultimate goal- to personify your game..
Knowing I belong on greater stages;
I set out to share a seat among your stations!
As I'm marching alongside your pages,
I'm taunted by the echoes of ages,
mocked by divine wages.
Taxing are the paths to your way.
My will's faltering, hope's grey,
mind's in a state so risqué.
Tell me, is this the price that I must pay?
"Fractious paranoia vying to supplant.
Vying to take over, to ruin your descant.
To kill that which would lay bare, the one which I shan't.
And destroy the altar to which I hum and I chant."
I may look like a chear-leader - but I really am a cheetah
and after they pass those tests out - I’m going to beat ya.
I heard a student say, in the cafeteria near where I sat
“They really don’t expect us to read all of that.”
and I chuckled to see the many headshakes of agreement.
Don’t these people know that this is really an arena?
I was accepted to Yale before I finished ninth grade and now
I’m surrounded by these “A” types who think they have it made
- until I eviscerate them with curve-crushing grades.
Learning is a passion, an exhilaration and release.
The last place on earth, that you ever want to be
is sitting in a classroom, competing against me.
“How’d the test go?” He asks.
“Oh,” I shrug and say, “I think I did ok.”
Let me translate that for you, “I made a feekin’ A.”
*We just got our grades, and yeah, I made the Dean's list.
Covid deaths eviscerate family groups.
It did not have to be this bad,
And people are angry and mad
As loved ones died needlessly.
Reality strikes the unvaccinated viscerally.
Is it my fault my mother died? My father?
Masking up would have made a difference
But those with no scientific background said, “Don’t bother.”
Let’s mask now; opportunity presents
The chance to make it right.
Let us no longer fight
When we could be saving lives.
I shall go hence
back whence I sprung
to shed, disgorge, eviscerate
all that I have ever known
all that I have ever learned
all that I am
all that is me, I be.
A full hard refresh
to be what I could be
untainted, smirched
unbiased, neutered.
Hence to whence
and thence I be,
freely
impotent.
You can now
never expunge me
banish me from
your view
delete me from
the way I
am the sentience
past and present
your decay
your debris.
I am blue skies
above you
frozen ground
below you
I own you
you are
inconsequential
irrelevant
negligible.
No, you can’t
expunge me
I refute you
I banish you
I delete you
your presence
is hereby
eliminated.
You are nothing
to me mere
dust blowing in
the wind
a frozen planet
I tossed around
for my amusement
I am the Alpha
and the Omega
baby.
I gorge on stars
eviscerate worlds
from my view
drain oceans
level mountains
you are puny
and that is
immutable
that is
irrefutable
so undeniable.
Gaze long
with dread into
the abyss that
is your pathetic
life
wail and cry
choke on the
reality that you
can never erase
me
ever retrace me
never replace me.
Dear chump,
it is you who
is expunged
now blow away
you are nothing
your presence is
no longer required
you are
dismissed.
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Can you feel me
watching you
from across
the room
from the shadows.
I see you
your absinthe eyes
smoky windows
your essence
in the dark
your form
body of my body
guarded
by a silent moon.
Come to me
bring me
your worlds
your divinities
your essence
that I may
protect them
bring me
your calamities
your tragedies
your heartaches
that I may
eviscerate them
cast them
into oblivion.
Embrace me
touch my body
feel how my
skin burns
for you
how my
heart pounds
for you
how I sweat
for you
cling to me
clutch me.
Let me taste you
taste your lips
upon mine
feel how they
quiver
for you
feel how our
breath
escapes us
a hurricane
of need
of want
of desire
in our kiss
the sweet nectar
of our longing.
As the
crescent moon
casts his
jealous gaze
upon your
rapturous face
I am undone
as we tremble
skin to skin
panting sighing
pulling you
tightly to me
I think to myself
“Ik ben thuis, (I am home)
Ik ben thuis!” (I am home!)
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I shall lay waste to cities
fell mountains to rubble
drain oceans azure green.
I will melt arctic ice
eviscerate whole planets
shoot the moon dead.
I will vaporize the stars
pull the sun from orbit
tilt earth on its axis.
Aye, these things I’d do
to find the vile demon
that has harmed my love.
And if he should be
cold dead in the ground
lying there falsely.
Then to his coffin I’d go
crush him bone to bone
and send him swift to hell.
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Was sitting thinking
how would i describe a thought
and then
another though took the race
From a semi ethereal place
emerging from the greys and black
that make it up
Shaped by senses
that have never visited
the land
balance the Universe
upon a single strand
Watching one thought
eviscerate the next
or just my mind
playing tricks
ISALE EKO (LAGOS)
A rooster of discrete tongues
Culture, tradition
Where,
Zillion specters resonate
Quantum croak.
Cock crow,
Erupts whirl, barge at Alaba
Descry of sea of soul cases
Kibbling in, out as Emmet over nectar,
As husky ell of murk drench dawning,
Eviscerate NEPA's spasmodic spitfire
To stupor, obloquy.
The hindmost geezer nestling,
Drenched in diaphoresis of animation of dog days
Eludes unforgiving hail of bug blitz,
Hallowed howl of ole! ole!
Arched in his decrepit nest
Deploys a taper
Until,
Sunup deflowers night jaded sockets
As,
Resonance of one more Naira
To breast billion mark
Percase, perforce, precipitating
The epogee in mores
Rummages his cranium:
Top dog never capitulates
Vanquish countermands blossom
In kernel of hovel, wreck, quagmire
From mainlands of Iddo,
Bog of Badagry
To Favela of Ijora, Ilasamaja
Colonize the cocoon
Which,
Burgeoned Whiz Kid, Davido and Nollywood
Confuting phantasm
That,
Golden fleece
Is muted in the jaws of no man's land.
A colossus who never unwinds
No arrears in innuendos
Paris is your headrest
Rio de Janeiro your ottoman!
Fall time and it’s freezing
Poles are cold
Walls are green
See the others sneezing
Time just seems to slip away
As the ruby trees wither
Rosemary streets slither
While the talons touch the season
Turning tides rise and fall
Timbers telling treasons
Cults eviscerate taverns
Tumbling rocks they stall
Emigrating egrids eagerly expostulate
Against snails in grass
Whilst gold changes brass
Monasteries monitor maneured man
Notes From Another Poem Bordering On Today
“I cannot cry for the children
of others—
the deaths of my own have drained dry
the wells of my eyes—
red orbs sunken deep in dark caverns
of growing grief
echoing wailing cries
of the ghost[s]…womb[s]...
wailing cries
falling on lifeless auricles
flaccid to vibrations of ebony pleads
of mothers whose babes
die daily deaths…”:
Though with thoughts heavier than time,
longer than rope—ordained and anointed
with the blood of ancestors, we cannot swallow
sacred memories nor eviscerate the common bond
between all the children of the god of the oppressed.
Yet let us not allow the present wicked deception
distract—derail our own Jubilee struggle for justice.
Let us not allow shifting tactics of deceit dilute focus
on the daily murdering of the oppressed of the darker hue.
Indeed, the melting pot boils; but upon whom
does it spill over?
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