Myopia by Syl Cheney Coker Poem

Myopia by Syl Cheney Coker

 

On rainy mornings

You will see them drenched

PEASANTS! Shivering in their emaciated bones

along the boulevards of misery

the boulevards of this country

are railway tracks in my heart

a train of anguish runs on them

rage corollary of hunger

the ricepads of this country

are putrid marshlands in my soul

tended by no magic fertilizers

mountain if the wind blows tomorrow

make me a sabre of that wind

if the skeleton of stillborn promises

dry up in the catacombs

make me the incendiary bomb

if madness we must have

let me be the hangman hanging myself

hanging them hanging the day

not by its neck not by its belly

but  by its heart seen in its great betrayal!

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