THERE WAS NO DOUBT
There was no doubt
He was the mad man
Of our town,
The only one declared.
He spread his rough hands
To soldiers for tomato seeds.
He was our own mad man; he could not be taken
From us.
He decorated his hair with weed leaves
But it was from him we learned
To grow hybrid tomatoes,
Not the Agriculture Organization.
Woo! How his tomatoes were tasty
And sane!
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LET A WOMAN
From a sleeping rib
That we may not find
Our path into half-bitten
Do-dare-not-eat apples.
Let a woman
Come weaving life
Like the moment
Before a kiss
Or a bud
Brewing dreams
Of trees not living.
If a woman must pass
Like one intruding harmattan
And from her veil a man reaps chills
Then Black Pearl,
Had we not walked under glaring lights,
One small quiet night, along a freed street?
Were our words not pregnant buds spelling the night’s fog
Silent witness?
I was blown by her wind
Before time undressed
Her cunning
And I knew we had met
To part.
Who traps the wind?
If a woman must come singing
Like a breeze
But leaves a hurricane,
Shattering life out of windows
And china,
Then that Weech of Wandy
Came sowing
Wings of blooms but left
With knives hungry to intercourse
Bellies
And I knew she had come to go
To jail.
Again, let a woman not lay herself
A Red Sea to cross
Where breaking a sea
For one man to cross
Is strangling an elephant
To catch a maggot.
Let a woman lay herself
A river where one deep diver
May not drown
But let a woman
Not be one licentious
Nile; getting dirty cleaning crevices.
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Poems: Marial Awendit
Image: Valerie Everett via Flickr (modified)
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