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Haiti 200
By lasana m. sekou
again
the punished
victor
walks before
us&barefooted
a little
shepherd
searching for
the family of flocks
scattered by/
accounting centennials. coupled in malevolence
and the jeers of the unforgiving
scathed by them
all before our very own eyewhole sights
sooted by the
sooth&surety that to the victor,
who
has vanquished great evil,
belongs
the earn of futures untold
and
the punished
victor
walks before us.
alone.
our poor old
father&son of god in spirit. Ahl yo’ better make haste!
through the
streets of sewers (where his eyes full of children playin’
&yet
unseen sinews of wormwood
&
gold
dung
rolled
into the crevices of thatched cumbit&crutches
&
it
is we who will see what more march&marvel
is
to be&become of this.
again
the punished
victor
walks before us.
is stalked.
through the
streets. now crossing like the tongue&leg of legba,
before
a serpent, ashen white in sunlight grave&grin
with
a coffin in its mouth.
© 2004
by Lasana M. Sekou |
