He grabbed me roughly by the hair.
He stripped me bare and flung me
to the parched, coarse ground.
He sucked me dry
and spat my fibrous pulp,
like a wad of masticated sugar-cane,
at the graffiti embellished walls,
the rank, white sand.
Always my lover
in a passionate, clandestine affair
he has come into his own here
in this vast cracked crucible.
He has blasted all of my body fluids dry,
crushed each drop of perspiration,
semen, blood, each crystal of urine
and salt into vapour.
Now I have been scattered by him:
an inconsequential belch
of foetid gas, along
the moving byways
of his underprivileged sister,
the breeze.
Olinda ´84
