I went with you she says
From cold polders to
arid ochre plains
I watered dry souls and
I fed the flocks while
pulling their thieving hands off my throat

I went with you she says
From cold polders to
arid ochre plains
I watered dry souls and
I fed the flocks while
pulling their thieving hands off my throat

I lay with you she says
In cool white rooms then
huts with wire and dogs
I took your hand and led you
from wanderlust but
you sucked the sweat of my sex and spat

Broken pastoral terrorist!

Hide in ceaseless deceit
as you sing from the pulpit
of my faithful congregation

Hide in Marxist bibles
as you own my means
of production

Hide in marriage vows
as you fuck every
consecrated word
I drank from you

I served you well she says
from dawn till dusk till
your hard heart was tilled
by my kaffir love.
Still God
could not remove the
stinking stain of your polygyny

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