Sunday, September 22, 2013

Fascicle [14]


He gave you the Congo creche,

told me a story of New Guinea.
Could the babe be saved again,
grow to be a sacrifice, conjure
a destiny, the fish hook caught
in the skin over the heart, love
jury rigged, the flesh savored.
White man upsets the stomach.
Enemy is best to eat, his power
fills you up, his taste as strong
as I will be, you wait and see.
The raconteur goes downriver
to find some heart of darkness;
I’ll go to Papua and eat well.

(22 September 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

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