fear of my foe

my fear of my foe as i go on your business

that missioDei, ‘the Mission of God’,
they say, to which you picked me
even before my mother conceived me

a spotless soul in her womb, leaves me

helpless, clinging to my own self
like that canine couching in her own
warmth, refusing to pounce at encroachers

or, at least bark to keep them away;

this makes it easy for my enemy
to walk on my head
until i am dead to this world!

i turn, hence, to you, my sponsor and spouse

i struggle to please, as you become my companion
leaving me to the whims and fancies
of those prowling thieves!

 

 

croaking this night

i am locked behind the locked door
with ground outside frozen with snow
and trees around the house are nude
to hide nakedness of that brighter bird

my prying eyes, however, pry on fate

feeling with inside of my palm her form
placing on chest my ear to feel her heart
the pulse that direct my soul in the route

my baggage is heavy and burdensome

with my mind racing to many victories
with no single victory stand to alight
and i, a frog, croak to death this night

20.02.2012