Pitch black bitch
pitch black bitch
by Ola Hadi, August 30, 2009
at first, the thirst for you was manageable
my body unaffected by your loud appeal
unpredictable, deceptive Fortune hunts for fools
altered my ears and turned against me with her crooked wheel
left Love fallen, crushed beneath its weight
a fragile angel fatally impaired
by a melody too sweet to take
a thing too good to last, too hard to hear
what happens next?
where is the best place to see her decrepit body
to accept her soft, snow white wings caked in mud?
to surrender the idea that they can be washed
in anything but blood
when will the full impact of what happened hit?
so sudden and objectionable the change in tune
when will I wake up to the harsh, urgent voice of arid air
parched beyond repair, scorched and alone
from my cold collapsed breast, all air departed
left me to muddle through the mess
and last, that old menace, Loneliness, re’peared
to sing his somber song, indifferent to my loss
unmuzzled, he is biting at my heels- foul, familiar bark!
the only relief is to pretend
to be at ease in the subterranean valleys
to try, with every stitch in time, to mend
to swallow back distasteful queasiness
to ascribe to distance as dear remedy and rend
all ties, neither disposed nor able to analyze
such slow, unnecessary suffering at your hands
holding on to Life with battered will
holding the world at arm’s length, if at all,
through uncertain passages and stumbling words
allow the somber music of that pitch black bitch
to call