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Chickens Laying Eggs on The Roof (poem)
Act I: Celibacy
Home is love and pain.
After family night prayers,
the demons
come out to gyrate.
The hate and grudges, wounds never tendered to bleed still.
The judges’ verdicts demand to be revisited,
appeals for the peeling
of hard and forgotten layers that form a fort at the fore of the fractured internal faculties.
Abuse that was blanketed with the dismissive, destructive, dysfunctional
fleece of family meetings,
of those that see under girlchild skirts, to file the filth, to decoy.
This cover-up is new-baby old, cold and clammy, but naked truths to the elders is warm death now.
Grappling with groping hands forever,
the father raped the daughter.
Molesting the minds of the young,
save the son though and kill the granddaughter,
it’s all chilling.
A crawl removed from wearing empathy,
sympathy is Atlantis sunk,
a lost league of seas submarined.
