by Robel Kassa
Leashes of sobriety cut loose with scissors of booze
Frequent cruises to peddlers of illusion -
Sirens and faux muses -
Her bruises not a delusion,
Bloody juices from the ivory cane he uses
Almost
Every
Night
(.)
Bearer of his children, Mother falls victim to his terror
Endless torrents of violence tear her -
Sanity to shreds -
One tombstone stands evidence of error
Where my brother beds
Six
Feet
Under
(.)
In still nights nightmares are born to psyches pregnant with families torn
Death certificates signed on wrinkled scrolls of sanities shorn -
To mourn Brother in public silence -
Witnesses grimace from terraces in solace
At Father's blurred conscience
Harvest moons bleed in angst at paternal fangs
Brutality guised in his uniforms and ranks -
Cuffs and gags -
Selling his blood for scepters of deception
Life's affordable price tags:
Accusations
Of
Opposition
(.)
"Wendata, Qumilachew! Wend aTah!"
Decades of regret feeding on scars from ivory canes
As his untamed mane ruffles out dead maggots of shame -
In fits of inebriation -
The sacrifice for politics reeks of rigor mortis
Father takes the blame for this, while
Mother
Nurses
Her
curses (.)
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