I woke up in a sad airless room,
the smell was nocturnal – – a lover unwashed – –
eyes as rheumy as the sun was callow.
My bed, a pallet of sisal and dried tears,
crawled with plagues and woes
I couldn’t abhor unless utterly sallow.
I was spared, the desolate walls tell me,
but I can’t make escape,
my blundering he never seemed so hollow – –
The famine of better days and easier childhood,
is an illusion us orphans of motherless bastards
harbour as poison too thin to swallow.
The wet bodies, dead remnant eyes, bemoan
broken biers, dry incense bowls, wickless candles – –
God’s meagre fallow.
A bloodied sandal, clipped toenail,
pale lipstick smudged on creaky floorboard,
the tongueless robber says, hullo.