I hear the body as one mechanical noise

„The colonial buildings have been crumbling away in the tropical heat. The plaster is peeling from the pastel-colored facades.“  

von Johannes F. Schiller

I.

I hear the body as one mechanical noise

it slithers and slides, whips and kicks

fire screamed, whipped and licked

and hell was just an ice cube melting off on the ground

II.

i hear the body as one mechanical loop

winding and unwinding and winding

and when the big one came they protected their faces from going blind

it ran down, colossus, moloch, baal

the sky darkened and asbestos seeped down

viscous tongues sucking off streets and shops

miss Cardin saw her Black bellboy

her sugarboy, her bed bunny in distress

„i won’t get another one like you when the civil war ravages the nation, meu amor.“

and their lips merged into an embrace

releasing erotic dreams into the ether

they call this the long goodbye

before all hell breaks loose

„kiss me, defile me, hit me“

the hate in this land has raised children

of creole, forgotten colonial rage

it’s been taught and passed over through the decades

this land despises the white man

and for good reason, the lore recalls

nothing could prepare us for hate

it’s ingrained in our hearts and minds

hardened by our spirits

as miss Cardin caressed cock

the clouds opened up, she looked at her baby

„ugh pretty boy, how i’ll miss this face of yours“

in dreams you’re mine all the time

„one final promise: kiss me at my last breath“

„when we met in Martinique, remember, you worked as a psychiatrist–the knowledge you had acquired by far surpassed that of your peers“

she drank the belly, the water, acidic sulfide

drank it all up and

borders started shaking

the marriage between heaven and hell

a consistent thread of long time coming,

a glaze from the dead move‘th over

cast a spell –

teardrops fell, old flesh lovers were redeemed

„maybe those who sinned will be saved,

maybe those who loved will be spared“

they break you, boy, break your dark skin right back

may the gods restore my angry little pale heart

all nations shalt forever live in eternal harmony

forever and ever

III.

the colonial buildings have been crumbling away in the tropical heat. The plaster is peeling from the pastel-colored facades. subsaharan sun, fucking françafrique, when did you lose your children?

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