Oh, sure, you salted cicadas and smiled, but
We scorpions
We expect a yield
We harried hornets to hysterics and a blind hate
We poisoned scorpions w their own eggs
This generation raised among pomegranates must die
The madrasa-mutton, seared,
Swing,
Sleep,
Spin,
On skewers run-through
Hornets bred w scorpion genes,
Raised on scorpion entrails
Hornet father, scorpion mother
Yield a mantis of bother
Guard your daughters
Reef their sails
We raise ours on anemone entrails, fossil bones, centipede scat & pack-rat piss
We shall wipe your brood from the face of the earth
Your tainted brood envenomed by alphabets, addition, the Apple Watch
We shall excrete your brood
Our haunches down
Our knees bowed
Our eyes screwed
Like any colic mule
We free the cherry trees
Their dread burden of squatters
Shucking their dried skins
Crawling outta their skins
We shunt them retarded cicadas
Back,
Down,
To end their days
With dying potatoes
With sightless centipedes,
With hair-dressers, and daughters,
Bent on skinnéd knees
Taliban como torbellino
Los tiempos de vacas gordas
Siegan los muertos
Siembran los muertos
Siembran las cicadas
Daughters forced underground like dirty cicadas
Scorpion w cicada all belly-up
Stinging the holy site
Beg for them barnacles
For the keel-hauling thereto
—
202110112019L-Lu @FCKY
our childrens’ thoughts remain
on bats
on owls
on centipedes
we surrender to the kindness of centipedes
to the oversight of the owl
to the obedience of the bat
to the obedience of babblemouth’d bats
a-chitter
a-glow
a-waver
a whirlwind of dustbowl of concern
a caravan of centipedes at ceremony
In Afghanistan, we welcome the return of
Our oppressions of owls
Our blossoms of bats
If only for trees
if only for roots, as for sparrows in the desert
owls in the creosote
bats in the grapevines
centipedes in the poppy fields
beetles among the potatoes
if only for vines, hoping
if only for hedgerows, unruly
if only for bamboo groves, sullen
if only for willow trees, crestfallen
if only for weeping cherris
if only for pine trees, insolent
if only for junipers, judgemental
the struggles for the upright
the desire for decision, concealed behind
the desire for disarray
the desire of innocent citizens
for delineation, lane markers
for curiae, stop signs
for correction, clarity
for cicadas
for cocoons
for creatives that demand cocoons
we shall neither tolerate nor nurture cocoons for any
we cannot countenance your cocoon-seekers
your burrowers we can tolerate
burrowers, yes
bottom-dwellers, yes
bough-dwellers, yes
ovenbirds, likely
those born-in-boughs to an early end condemned
date-trees for the harbor bats
pomegranate trees for the bearing of centipedes
date-trees for the omniscience of owls
almonds bearing rifts
plum trees rife w centipedes, w bats
mulberry trees rich in flourescent asps, w anxious adders, w IEDs and
“Papers, please”
Speaking in tongues split, with Koran forked
in circles a-spinning
in whirlwinds devoid of intelligible words
in tumbleweeds of words confusing children, and
scholars
priests
cooks
crooks and shaman
medicine-men and alchemists, in apothecaries lost
farriers and glass-blowers
calligraphers and cartographers
matricians and magicians, ring-makers all
gourd-blowers
confusing to
visionaries
warrior-statesmen and would-be warrior-kings
Inshallah not pass
Allahu to hell w thee
derelicts
feral cats
wanderers from the way
explore thee sundered from Allah
—
Exhaust the cataract of stones
Til the service of justice is paid
Sharia-to-go
All the justice that she can afford
All the justice that’s unfit to print
All the justice that she can count on 2 covered-hands
All the justice afforded by the lash
Sharia, baklava
Greasy, wrapped
Recoilless and ready for the takeout like any scalded fish
Sharia, falafel, halal, haram
Recall the ribbon’d the hanging judge
Inshallah
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