macaulay akinbami - Revolt...

Waiting?
We shall not
For the alter’s oath
For these disguised verbal orators
Who would not quick
To the alter.

Our fainting hope,
Our fading flesh and a panting.
Out daily desire
For the natural roots
Of carnal cravings.

Wide doors morn by morn
Openings of celestial designs
We shall now be assuaged
Luring them one and all
By hell’s skills of all shapes
By infants’ fluids water locked.

Seductive smiles for fools among them,
We have them with the winks and mince
The back carrier of waste
Irresistibly a god
Then shall they bow
For the power of women.

And the alter, if it comes
Shall be a lie.
No virgin amongst men.

macaulay akinbami

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