enia

my love is like a river or a fist with forty fingers
my love is like a river that swallows mirrors & saxophones
& spits out the purple pink salt of songs without heads
while the skies dance like loa grandmothers

my love is a forty headed fist
sated on the scented innards of mediocrities
that smile like overdressed rainbows
while temples run into my frenzied wounds
my love is like a road that has grown wings
travellers drum their contemptible corrosions
up the walls of my head
that spits out the tasteless feet of nomads

my love growls softly slow into a child
or a knot of long-legged affirmations
tranquil & ray-banned like ancestor khoisan
against the boiling wiles of the sun
that is silent like the battered death
that sleeps on the skeleton coast
              Mungu ndiye ajua kila kitu
                    the elders say

God is the one who knows everything

God is the one who knows everything