Call me sanity

You know how to throw stones well.
break broken souls into glass of guilt— unredeemable. it is
the way you tell your madness is unparalleled.
we sneak into your orifice. if there be grace
lurking. & all at once. graves are falling
off your teeth. your tongue—morbid salvation. a valley of death.
i know. i cannot be mad like you.
what is that your name again? son of thunder.
nobody can strike as you. they say your bully is right.
you gay. & spread like the disorderliness the world has been waiting for.
is this what you call your gift?
come your majesty. let me kiss your feet. when you strike.
be kind to spare my house. i know. i cannot be mad
like you.
but we will take our forgiveness from you too. when you
fire. do you think you will not burn too? just the other day.
you ran your body into an ocean of repentance. & now when
men twitch you. skin. you remember your sacredness. you
swear—take fire from the fangs of fiends. & cave a lake of fire. you
want to burn again?
village people. i hail you. the way you compose
the tracks in the album of our foolishness marvels me. whirlwind
& teacups. debates. & cursed be our dear 500-naira pot
of soup. please leave our pot of soup alone!
prophet gulliver! is this not the littleness you
saw in lilliput? is this not the parody of our youthfulness? theatres
we play for powers watching us fade into a drama of nothing.
tomorrow another brother will go. angel & camera. he
will give a boy wafers. water & photograph! we will
praise him. we will deceive him. he is the devil the world needs. he
will become our president. & photograph! he is fat. we are lean. i
know. i cannot be mad like you.
& if you are looking for me. i am somewhere in
this poetry—
sitting sane!