The Orgy is over

Millions of eyeballs
Hypnotised by one swinging wrecking ball
Such a violent scene
And sin is a glamorous thing
As things become graver
Too terrible to remember

She could not close her greasy mouth
And much too high to say grace
Until she witnessed herself begging for mercy
In the face of barbarians
And stopped laughing abruptly
Upon meeting her own reflection

Billions of muted screams
The earth howls from each corner the same noise
Victims with enough time to worry
Head bedsores for those who can afford them
Too heavy too hard too far
To begin at ones own feet

Put away that weapon of love
It is too soft for this kind of work
Where is your blood
Because horny will turn
Perfume will never disguise poverty
Love comes long after it has gone

That man showed us he was mad
These alarms can no longer be snoozed
The iceberg approaches
There is no formula
It won’t be found on Mars
Because love is right here.

(Poem in progress)

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.