It musta been mighty unbearable
ta be stretched so unevenly
skins breakin’ an’ comin’ back
so rapidly dat blood learns not ta spill.
even in de process of lettin’
bore a cross
a statement of love
at de mouth of Golgotha
you went inward
became obsessed wid movings an’vibrations
inside personal galaxies
it was there that direction was found
reaching inward cause no where was safe.
a carcass devoured, eaten, an’ used by folk wid imaginations no bigger than dere half understandings of who you were.
Dey was hungry at de onset.
You gave them utopias too quickly
Dey gorged, became gluttonous
leavin’ you raw wid dried ambition.
De real pity bein’ dat it wasn’t reciprocal.
Dey could never fully hold you.
only flowers, sun, teeth, an’ ginger could.