SO

So if I
Let it fly
My flesh on floating wind
Stripped of skin that covered naked me
Bared for more than all to see
Will you see light?

I know it’s easier to cover up our crimes of Adam’s curse
Designers help our course
As we pass in flying colours and different skins
Cotton, nylon, wool and silk
Maybe it’s time be tore protection
Stop
Hiding behind all that our money can or cannot buy

Come unclad
And for once be accused of nudity

For I know you can tell
From how uptight a man walks

And how assured a man talks

With whom he had laid

For I’m yet to see a man covered with flesh
Smeared with the husky smell of lover, God

For as much as one man loves to cover up before another
No man feels the need to cover up before their lover

Strip!

UC Truth
© 2020

I am alive

Mopping moronic in the vacuum
I lie,mocking all memories
That comes to twinkle and die
Hail Mary is over,the Rosary rolls on

I tried reining my violent mind
I struggled holding it back
I resisted the thunder’s clap
And fought against the lion’s roar

But gently it came
The idle voice of the mind
Contaminating the hard beat of the heart
It came so low
So so low as a groan of a dying horse

And that was my last noise
The last push
For hope became unconscious
Falling rapidly upon the vacant floor
Breaking bones, broken ribs

Seven days later the poem is ended
But I looked up to the cross
And see that the stanza runs on
Though all blood is lost,
I am alive.

– UGWU DAVID .C
(c) 2018