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Black Magic

 

I will stand, stinking of horses and bulls

A black body in your clean room.

I will stand in chains

Shaking with the noise of battle

Still ringing in my bones.

I will stand behind and wait

Unavoidable. Invisible.

Ready to serve you

With nothing.

 

I will be an uncomfortable silence

Around your table.

While the food you eat turns to mud.

I will be your snigger, your chink

The paki in your galley.

I will be the dung in your gallery

The bones of your china

Scrutinised. Inscrutable.

 

I will be a shadow in your white room.

A dark continent in your icy waste.

I will be the bruise on your skin,

The black eye

Like a toad in your milk.

 

I will be the voodoo doll

All ribbons and earth

In your surgeon’s sterile theatre.

I will be the first house

The Ka’ba in your Cathedral.

I will be the lead in your coffers

The alchemist’s crucible,

Left burnt and cooling

An embarrassment in Newton’s study.

 

I will be the edge in your plane.

The blindness in your wit.

Your ultraviolet catastrophe.

A black spot.

 

I will hold you a prisoner

Outside the prison you have built

While I swim in darkness.

 

 

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Present

 

I come to you with nothing

And leave you with less. 

 

I come in rags and bones

Dressed in a tissue of lives

 

I wait at your door with an invitation

To come out and take the air with me. 

 

I ask only for giveness

Give only space

And the falling through it. 

 

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