his first touch on the land
was out of a rav 4 car,
parked next to a neem tree
and you passed by.
your oval face distrusted him
to love today,
before you crossed down town
he stopped you,
soft spasm running down your thin belly
and smiled slyly.
his hands in the pocket
and leaned about the right door
to his car;
"girl, you are what i have seen,
years of driving through thick forest
and among the threats, rough roads.
my eyes cannot let you go by without
recognition.
i wandered if i've seen the unseen
angel skipping over white rope
hanged about moses' neck;
i wandered if i've seen God's secret
worship hall,
to be of cynical mind
what made holy one bow-ed
if we can bow for him?
i want to travell now with you in the mind,
be honest to me".
you were so weak to resist
but your body gets colder
and memorised him alone.
now,
among the thieves and smokers
you follow-ed,
the second touch down
he took you away with him
and could hear the growl of ageing rav 4.
police patrolled the town,
pollution and environmental hazards
rode along with him.
you were taken to complete your life
in a shanty area,
becoming so used to bringing cigarettes
in a nearby shop.
as your body gets colder yesterday
you left home for reason far more than having a child.
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Author:
Riak ee Marial ee Riak (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: November 30th, 2017 13:16
- Comment from author about the poem: Left so poor and in hard life.
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