Makes himself comfortable within my walls,
smokes and blows away my strayling dreams
takes pleasure in chewing my heart, his cud.
A cocksure Satan, revoking god.
Stamps and restamps my father’s thumbprint
to meaninglessness.
Swallows the smile from my mother’s lips,
makes a war cry.
His spittle spreads through the city air,
blue snakes slide up against his skin.
Leave teeth marks on my child’s neck.
He eyes the neighbourhood girls,
dilates over them as they
run from the house in their nighties.
He jogs under the bullet rain,
likes a violent wank and he’s
obsessed with wanting
and wasting one bite from a red apple
obsessed with the kill,
freedom that’s cancerous,
quarrelsome.
No understanding of the Koran
does not carry a Bible
or know Buddha
he triggers the button on the vest,
‘Allahu Akbar’.
