"This guy is completely blowing his own mind. And I'd understand it if he was on acid or something... but he was only on poetry!" -prof

A new poem...

A Woman Warrior (Without a Name)

Three hours passed before they found her body,
no longer human:
wearing a human face.
Its soul is bloated.
It is shameful to behold,
shameful to deduce the scenario.
A child within a child.
A child motionless in intensely passionate sin.

Three days -
- static, she waits -
before they buried the secret.
No hint of faith as she was placed below,
in full view of her people:
wide-eyed and motionless.

Thirty years passed, and I can accept your secret.
The hidden sicknesses,
your veiled contents.
So close to me, yet so distant,
three generations too early.
Feminism not adopted:
no child can inhabit a motionless child.