Wednesday, 16 May 2012

La paz

Expansive green folds,
thighs, lips and hips
projected onto infinite sky.
Flat planes reach up
to touch
mountain tips,
river-washing-people,
villiage life slips
across the window frame.
water-colour lake
makes
cloud carpets
melt into
snow caps.
Streams of green fields,
unraveling
endless space,
soft face
reflected on glass.
metal tin
thunders past
shapes like
open arms
and wide smiles
whisper on for miles
until...

A cage-shaped claw
closes in
clamped accross
hill-song throat
thick cloak
of burning oil
searing green skin
grey slabs
slam down
forcing air
from chest
parasite
latched onto
mother´s breast
rigid lines
define
space
in a race
to control.
Tape worm
intestine
constipated
jerking
cries
stop. Go. Stop. Go.
Writhe over hillside
and slide
into putrid guts
cut open,
exposed
spilling emptiness.
Searing
metallic taste
burning eyes
as snow caps
drip down
soft cheeks
helpless and gasping
for air,
she is there
laid bare,
where
this tumor grows
a twisted mess
of desires
and accidental death,
a sea of squirming
babies cry out
for love
this mother´s milk is not enough.
Searching, hungry hands
grabbing onto plastic bags,
whilst there, she stands
10,000 feet high,
her gentle sigh
drowned out
by the buzz
of electric wires
tied accross
clenched jaws
and dark corridors
leading only
to neon light,
and the sharp bite
of empty promises.
In this sunken city,
scattered jigsaw puzzle pieces
sit,
unable to fit,
once whole,
now sliced into bits
by some cruel trick
of mirrors and smoke
and voices that spoke
of progress,
and told us

Yes,
this is growth.


Lily Laloba May 2012

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