Ignoble I, Outrageously Small

~ big with anger ~

“Abandoned” Acrylic on Canvas by author

Ah

someone help

get my head

out of myself!

Ignoble I, outrageously

small

big

with anger of the guiltless

at vices I cannot defeat,

implore. Look!

The devil is busy burning babies

In a golden veldt

I want to see lionesses

suckle cubs not their own —

such gravitas and godliness!

I want to hear

belligerent elephants

trumpet and triumph

pass a timeless message

— unity is all is all is all —

as they dance, drunk on

mythical baobab juice

the devil is burning babies…

Who will be my friend?

Entourages of rajas

flutesong and mantras

hum inside an

ancestral Banyan tree.

You endure, I am emptied

I cry, give me a sign!

“Blood sits

heavy on me these days

seeps in, taints my sap

and I die a little,” she sighs,

eyes sealed shut

coccooned in braided roots.

Abandoned

is what I am today…

friends

tell stories of love

under spicy walnut trees,

kisses like honeydew caverns

and even if

internecine wars

amongst organelles

savage my body,

friends awaken skin with

hopes of redemption.

Above us

is rain-filled thunder,

which bleeds its own ache