What kisses came across
Your ivory skeleton.
Your form had receded from its fullness
Back to the elegance of death,
And I came across as something far more frightening.
I was far more truthful
Than the bony fingers you used to run through
Those black strips of hair.
I was the hope you lacked,
And have I betrayed you
When you say you want to die?
Have I abandoned you,
After our hearts dried of its rivers of love?
I have become embittered,
And I do not mean,
But do mean,
To release it upon you.
“Black Strips of Poverty” – Poem
