SOLD OUT SOULS by Nattie O’Sheggzy
SOLD OUT SOULS
The first word I learned to mouth
came tumbling in a grating red envelope
shocking apologies for willful blindness
when you slept on canon and quarry
neither rage the bell nor rang the prey
wishing the swords lay themselves down
how your stomps on the pavement
stilled those pains pulsing my veins
kept me stalled by marbled alphabets
when you snored and dreamed away
your cursive was glowing and dripping
in profusion of sunlight drenching
the river of the laboured blood
of the fourth grade girl
perfectly mixed with sepia mud
that is what you strove for
when eyes were red in Kigali
when Gaza became a plaything
for politics and people you cherished
so there were a thousand stories I read
in those three letters screaming:
SOS.
© Nattie O’Sheggzy
This is gorgeous. Thank you, especially, for the last five lines. :)
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