deserted

deserted in the desert

of the dusk of my youth

to stagger and stumble

on the swamp of unemployment

to become trapped

in the trap of poverty

but i am now intoxicated

with red wine

that divine love demanding a dance

expecting from this toddler of grace

a demeanour of the man

who embraced

his death in loin cloth

leaving elegance

his fabric of glory to enemy

to cover shame

the stink in soul

and with cream covering

aging wrinkles

henry victor               11.10.2011  

perfect purity

in your innocence

that perfect purity

you call me a dumb idiot!

reprimanding me

for not waiting to hear you speak

to listen to your babbling

see a little brook

flowing

from the centre of your being

a chunk from the divine

cut out like a piece of cheese

a nourishment to a malnourished soul

a feeble me, poisoned also by love

betrayed

but to bathe in your water

untouched and un-dirtied

by schooling

at home, or elsewhere

it is to wash my body, mind and heart

of that filth from sculpting a family

my dream, now turned a nightmare

that keeps haunting me

even as you embrace me

to kiss my forehead with your soft lips

that have still not learnt to speak a lie

unlike your mother

and her mother so skillful in that art

henry victor     20.01.2013