Haiti 200

 By lasana m. sekou

again

the punished victor

walks before us&barefooted

a little shepherd

searching for the family of flocks

scattered by/ accounting centennials. coupled in malevolence

                        and the jeers of the unforgiving

scathed by them all before our very own eyewhole sights

sooted by the sooth&surety that to the victor,

who has vanquished great evil,

belongs the earn of futures untold

and

the punished victor

walks before us. alone.

our poor old father&son of god in spirit. Ahl yo’ better make haste!

through the streets of sewers    (where his eyes full of children playin’

&yet unseen sinews of wormwood

&

gold dung

rolled into the crevices of thatched cumbit&crutches

&

it is we who will see what more march&marvel

is to be&become of this.

again

the punished victor

walks before us. is stalked.

through the streets. now crossing like the tongue&leg of legba,

before a serpent, ashen white in sunlight grave&grin

with a coffin in its mouth.

© 2004  by Lasana M. Sekou