Poetry

BLACK HOLE OF A BLACK HARLOT

Ejaculations of livid husbands,

Nasty, but whiter than white

a propos an adulterous wife,

Magnetized exploiters who sought to, and did deseed his scrotum

To rid him of his balls.

They said of one:

“Nkrumah has balls, deseed his scrotum”

Glittering stones around a thick, fine- lined neck,

Coloured like and created from dust-

An array of golden dentures

And full, dripping, breasts with milk and honey

Crowned her voluptuous build.

Concealed behind the bushes that formed

At the vital angles of her body,

Were her valuables, some human.

Seduced! They whetted and sharpened the pinnacle

Of her sensual desire

So much that it pierced the flesh

With even the lightest brush

Of a stimulating finger.

Multiplicity of perverts sinned with her

Against her own body… her own earth.

Save her husband,

Her bushes and breasts served the fulcrum of pleasure

For all men.

Firm and full breasts fell pale,

Sucked dry of their milk.

Dug in and out

Up and down

In an unfair exchange for pyrites

And left with a messy black hole

In the black harlot.