Wherein the body is dead
and the mind floats for asylum,
what do the loud knocks expect
upon the door and what shall
the skull
do with such reverberations?
I will always remember you, your
blood just happened there
and my mind was you
all along.
Have me before
they take you before
your black is washed
away again by histories
and before the moon
buries you
in the nomad opening
of my tap
song swallowed
exquisite and clear
along my throat. Have me before
the seasons end and the next
golden man on screen says
we must secure our borders
and soon, instead
of turning your boats
away, they will fire
bold gunpowders, as if
in another grand campaign
of their castles
and silver.
Wherein your mind floats
away and all that is left
of your vanishings is a body:
I will not know what to do with that
but hope for the flood to take us all, arkless.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
Wherein the body is dead
and the mind floats for asylum,
what do the loud knocks expect
upon the door and what shall
the skull
do with such reverberations?
I will always remember you, your
blood just happened there
and my mind was you
all along.
Have me before
they take you before
your black is washed
away again by histories
and before the moon
buries you
in the nomad opening
of my tap
song swallowed
exquisite and clear
along my throat. Have me before
the seasons end and the next
golden man on screen says
we must secure our borders
and soon, instead
of turning your boats
away, they will fire
bold gunpowders, as if
in another grand campaign
of their castles
and silver.
Wherein your mind floats
away and all that is left
of your vanishings is a body:
I will not know what to do with that
but hope for the flood to take us all, arkless.
A Season in France, Mahamat Saleh Haroun
Whereas, Layli Long Soldier
