Bare chested your offspring stands
Haggard and drained, with the udders of an octogenarian
Barren, the vessels of her motherliness
Shrunken, wizened, like prunes
Whilst her toothless mouth and voiceless throat
Cry out,silently, across the barren wilderness
Where even locusts are too hungry to fly
WHY will no -one heed the pitiful cry?
WHY, WHY, WHY?
WHY GOD’S WHY?
Rest amid the smoke of the fire that heats nothing…
But the unforgiving, un -relentless, desolate air
And your chest shall heave the last rattle as you inhale, the pain, of death … again
For it perfumes the putrid African air
And your dead child attached to your Breast
Shall suckle not again.
Too weak to mourn another time,
Too dehydrated to cry
And await the inevitable extinguishing of the fire
And the welcome relief that the final darkness brings.
powerful stuff marcel.
great stuff, marcel