Thursday, August 20, 2009
Lawman. Miss knowing why you lay down
the law in ore and our
Wedding bed and oust me to the lower orders
Of law and order.
I have such hunger husband
Not for food flung bitter from your hands
But for you to miss what you’re missing – Maybe Allah
will make you miss the truth gaping starved and tired
and toppled by tabloid totems
And created hate, fat with sucking justice’s blood.
Maybe you instead will, feel the shame, mister, feel
the blanks ring in my empty
Chastised, hollowed of
To please the law of your own hungry
Million male human hands.
Are you missing something mister?