Opioid Smokes

 

What fate befalls a suckling infant
As it gurgles, hums and stretch forth
its hand to touch its mother's face
'Surely I wouldn't get burned for a corpse?'

she hops to school in preparation ?
but the purity of her pinafore,  nor
the whiteness of her stockings, nothing could prepare her for death by immolation

Laughing and showing her colored tongue she poured back the slimy fanta back into the bottle, - restitution...
couldn't stop her gullet from being charred

Dreams are smoke and disappear at the scream of death's surety,
the sweats, the shrinking of her gut in pleading, the incessant fart, and shrieking
Using the same sounds for praising God, professing love and seeking mercy.
As her fingers blackened in flames

How small the cut from the kitchen knife feel, like dreams of kisses from a lover while Napkins sway in petrichor
and an infant cooing  in a cradle
Dreams (scoffs), set alit with a match

Broken hearts pump blood,
Burnt hearts do not.
Tears run down faces,
Fire burn them completely.
Gods and prophets mind their businesses, men keep fighting for them

What is the value of a man?
if one cannot barter one's sameness as a temper
A reach to your heart in tandem and sharing the tempo of our systoles can rival any opium
feel the swivel of the ground she stood
while eyes watches on, none recoils
as she is stoned and set ablaze

Hardened hearts are see through,
Truth that surpasses all fears, and call it true.
Hardened hearts who marry wives and birth daughters, find time to nod in approval
If indoctrinations are like pets,
your cats are malnourished and rabid,
ignorant, repressed and stupid.
Opioid smokes from opioid smokes
for recognition and mere prostitution
Mother, I'd rather you abort me
and save me from such a fate.


...
But,
fly far, playful heart from the charreds
of our painfilled prison and forgive us
of all our ignorance.
Rest in the bossom of blissful peace
and never come back here again.