Poetess Anoints Herself
In wild audacity I wedded Word,
obscured ragged frock made fit
for my existence. I claimed
branch broken weavings
as my incendiary hair.
Hovered over crumbling coast
while my silken breath
swung bare-breasted.
The sea was nothing but spit
in the mouth of God.
As we entangled,
waves grew crimson,
painted shore with
a cruel history. The Caribbean,
a vase bludgeoned
into shards.
Blood calls forth
from howling sea, trembling ground.
Don’t you know
fingers decay to black dust
pointing up? A flash
in a deserted sky.
Prayers of the forgotten
are incandescent
arrows launched
from my molten tongue.
Uses of Negritude
Bodies knit stitch sticky,
conceptualize a people.
Foster teeth’s slow-pulverize.
Blistering calls, too much like howls
—too generous for an impervious
hand’s mechanical distortions.
Please, re-educate beat-brow pedagogics.
The revolt is syntactic.
We must rinse wash repeat.
Circuitous incompletions
are our anatomics of revolution.
