An intercourse of death calls
and a missing sister,
a missing daughter,
springs off her feet in response.
Her mother’s warnings against
university boys turn rootless
because, ruthless they may be,
but her date was a graduate.
Her date was smoking weed
while awaiting her, and
her surprise isn’t tall enough.
Friends have warned
against this tout she calls a boyfriend.
Her ears stood dumb to all warnings
and numb to all pleadings
‘He used to be a cult don while
he was in the university,’ they say.
‘He was part of a rape mob that
killed a black campus,’ they say.
He can change, she insists
and continues propelling an
assignation, a great love notion.
Her eyes only pleads for him
to give up weed.
He smiles and waves her indoors
while his smoking pleasure
died in the outdoor breeze of time.
Indoors she eats the rice awaiting,
and unknown to her brain’s knob,
there was use of weed as spice
When dices replaced her eyeballs
and puzzles colored her mind,
he comes in full vital sex desires.
His kiss has waves from a distance,
and his aroused nature had less time
for caresses and fondling.
Her tickled breast enjoys laughter,
and her triangle had lost its senses.
It was great loosing her virginity
but now pathetic loosing her
When her triangle had a bite
of the first apple,
it was with caution.
The apple had a condom on,
But now, no condom was on.
She moans unashamedly
as her shamefaced mind blurs.
She dies slowly beneath pumps
and groans of a cannibal.
He continues to bleat and roar
and pant and howl.
Dead pussy, dead girl…
Slowly he stops and weeds
get blown off like seeds
Missing she had become,
and nowhere was all about
her mother’s forecast.
The cruelty of a cultist slices
her in beats like beef, and flushes
her down into the suck-away.
A sucked away life!
A blackened sugar gone
But how does the earth announce
her death? It had to be left
in the way a mother draws
her missing girl.
A cultist had escaped the claws of
crime watchers, and continues
smoking more weed.