POETRY - WAND IN EYE

Saw your spear clung to another, and for a change in state,

Writhing a known to the crocks in the Nile,

 a komodo killer in Komodo Island,

That that frowned as a wall,

 and the fanged horizontal tall in the meadow

-          Pumping out the kiss perfectly

      hiding beneath a kissing death.

Lazed your gaze up there when my

 mammy rained me – your presence,

But I never knew why your spare’s

 awful dace became a droller,

I never knew why the antigen that

 slept in your muscle failed the test of hurt,

Maybe you are the sight of the flat, 

fatty mirage seen in eye until

The eye saw the way it was seen.

I really began to change my view you 

when my brother, Joined the boys

 that pointed their willies at the azure clouds,

While each willy competed for the parabola

With the best peak of raining urine .

You saw the frown of my father when

 I smiled at his new walking-paper,

At the black sterns that was sprinkled to

 make that speckled ocean of evening,

Drank the walls of the tidal waves, 

and lidded the sight of mouth.

You ate the dragon that made

 Africa the Hades of the white

To the joy of my foremothers.

Here is my plea, tell me how 

you got your kids,

My eye never saw you egg, but I saw 

your children whup baby

Cockroaches to the hell of their

 transparent stomach.

And that spare of your tail to 

stop the dance of anguish

When it departed from you,

You and your spare were once

 a wand, from the walls,

That swirled around my eye.