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BRAVE NEW WORLD
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20 DISPENSATION Out of our fair share Of the smoked prawn, Crapulent hearts stint us to ribs Carrion in mangy bits, flung from The marble verandahs of mansions, At us; beasts of no nation whom karma Has gyved to the rock of penury Where the Good Samaritan! To euthanatize me away From this Erebian anvil, whereupon Rapacious smiths malleate the mind Into an arrowhead of despair? Under skies of green, red and yellow So it goes… My woe BRAVE NEW WORLD I am a famish-eyed fledgeling, hatched Among hibiscuses emptied of nectar; That cleavage between my mother’s buttocks Where a lather of soap lingers After she takes her hurried, childish shower I am he who waited decades in the sun Coming of age To drink 21 At the source where waterflukes Stick their suckers forever; this bare Dried-out channel where only a few sunsets ago A river gently flowed; that part Of my mother’s naked body Which water never touches Whenever she takes her careless, childish shower I am he who has been In that pack Of migratory birds on a one-way flight Fleeing the black rainy seasons of home To nest in other foliages thinner than the mahogany’s; That part of my mother’s naked body Where the sponge never reaches Whenever she takes her hurried, childish shower And if, by any chance, You see a tender petal Of the flower of Mary Crushed underfoot And bleeding Under the greedy tread Of country wayfarers gone blind, Then you’ve found me Inside a brave new world DEAD END (Hinterland) Wooden shack… Smoke rises… And lying scantily – in a battered, cupped aluminium ...