Embryos with a bloodied nose,
Paraplegics with painted toes,
Diaspora with no where to go,
And stranger fruits have yet to be exposed…

What is this prickly, cold to the touch
That rejects my beloved and protesteth too much?

Abundance brings me thankfulness
While famine brings me shame
Or abundance makes me forget that
I ever called on God by name…

I’m repulsed at the chimera* and how it all was mend
Scoffing at the scoffers and how they got the bends
Eggshells are so fragile, can’t depend on king’s own men
Solomon lived about it and Chinua wrote it in

This passenger-side driving
Alludes that I’m not so in control
The floorboards won’t slow my descent
And the dashboard won’t steer my fold…