He fell, yet held to denial
She'd gone several seasons to send him to hell
Cold iron rod was insufficient to smash him
She saw and stretched for the sledge
His face of caramel caved, dwindled he like a drunk
Rage of storm flung him fast amidst junk.
Astronomical lift cushioned her
Keen students returned respect, while she waged war
For the culprit, that aged false balm intent to win -
One would glean, Neil deGrasse Tyson discerned her dreams
He knew folk art, martial art, art of other sort
His gift lingered long like caution to one
For he stood as master of space she graced
She who observed in awe his wit, felt aroused.
Then and there, she feared no more the devil's lure
Weapons herculean lay wait
She pounced and pound, his faint voice drowned.
She lunged, sledgehammered away his head
Specialists would haul and burn remains,
joy and pain, touch of rain, prelude to spring renewal.
*
you raped my soul with just one word
and left behind a big black hole
I was consumed with fast revenge
with just one word you raped my soul
your planet girl from sixty nine
raided in the dark of night
while stars blinked hard then fast
from sixty nine, your planet girl
you fast ignored my age my youth
and trampled on my private room
sledgehammered, old, and fraught
my age my youth, you fast ignored
I did not shed a single tear
dry boned and tired too
a stone replaced my tender heart
a single tear, I did not shed.
Aug. 13, 2021
For Edward Ibeh's This Or That, Vol 5 Poetry Contest
Title chosen: Holding Back Tears