I even mocked the sun!: A poem 

I even mocked the sun 

when it was undone, 

I burnt my lungs 

As if each breath turned foul 

And would I turn each smile to scowl 

I have no vowels left in the paths I walk 

They are flowers that I cruelly discarded 

Because their fragrance became a dream taken away 

by a weather so obscene 

that the scenery of every love, and my true love 

became like tiny dust particles, 

turned into plankton  

for a feeding frenzy for evil 

I have even forsaken the gold gilded crowns 

that I placed on the heads of my Kings 

So, I am left with shadows 

No love at my door 

As if the magic of a betrothal 

became febrile in the absconding 

But I accepted the sad, bitter, yet better deal 

of being alone in a wisdom 

that nothing is guaranteed 

but the crucifixion of the sacred by the profane 

I let even the elements dissipate 

like water in the sinkholes 

of my garbage tips; 

Let them burn or waste away 

For my soul knows nothing that I cherish 

even my own name that I utter 

becomes vacuous and unsavoury on my lips 

That God can even have his Godhood taken away 

What brilliant spark exists in his glory 

that cannot be swallowed by treachery? 

My wombs are hollow with the creation I lost 

But for the fact that I want to lose it 

rather than have it snivel in the belly of unending evil and treachery!