Showing posts with label read by me an MK whose "cousins" only hear the horror in poetry if they're lucky but in public pieces of parent puzzle since mother is not lucky and men scramble for greatness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label read by me an MK whose "cousins" only hear the horror in poetry if they're lucky but in public pieces of parent puzzle since mother is not lucky and men scramble for greatness. Show all posts

Friday, April 25, 2008

untitled poem: "how great it was"

Raped isolated silent
I counted the years
she spent in that place
and no one ever knew

but the natives knew
that the whore had been
raped

that is why she was

called a whore

and treated as such

and no one in her family knew
where the rumour started
or that is was true

she said that someone
had bothered her
but that's all
because you don't want anyone to know

that the missionary's wife
can be taken down
and he didn't want to know either
because that would spoil his perfect family

so there it is
a successful professional man
who still doesn't know why
his wife doesn't want
to go around
and tell everyone
how great it was
to be a missionary