EVE

EVE

EVE

A cymbal band
Heralding the culinary skills of so and so
Pots banging,
heralding an evening meal
A head bobbing up and down,
A reward for the sainted man . . .
 
The spirit in broken lines
Tracing broken places
A broken window pane,
A crack in the shadow play
Between here and there
There is no space, but the comas
Where my conscience lies
 
2 stars shining in the sky
For the man not afraid of woman,                               
Who dances inside her belly
And eats the fruits of her mouth without wanting for more
 
Smithereens of glass- shattered windows
Where guns have stopped blazing
And trouble stops shooting up in vain,
Not for lack but for the threat of a gun
Judas kisses
The snake hisses
From its underbelly I hear snippets of a retarded soul singing
About sinning once and being saved
 
Once again the neon red signs are not working  
The heart imagines that they are working
So paint a picture
Between a dark alley and a wide jacaranda lined avenue
   The colours are just the same
 
3 stars shining in the sky
For the sisters struggling and making a winning
In the lottery
Buy a ticket to hell
Then come back tomorrow to preach the gospel
 
Pots banging against the walls
Walls cracking groaning under the weight of so much graffiti
Pots banging but they don’t break
Pots banging if only they will break and stop the noise
Pots banging such music to the ears,
 A cacophony to drown the symphony of the heart breaking
      corrosive in its self destruction
I will not
I cannot
Run away from the woman in the mirror
Thought that they lied when they said that –
There’s a little whore on every woman and a sinner on every man
 
   How to turn away once and be forgotten,
   How to run away once and be forgiven
 
5 stars shining in the sky
For my sisters who took over from where my mothers left off
And became shining examples for me to follow their footsteps
In trepidation wondering whether I shall win
For they sure did fight,
But I did not see the spoils
 
Sin once and be saved
Live and be corrected
Sin once and be saved
Rushed breath
A hissing sound
Abruptly saved from unconsciousness
Death,
Death can wait another day.