Gold

                                                                                                                    A Short History of Harem

The harem dance, oil on canvas, 65 x 115 cm
The harem dance, oil on canvas, 65 x 115 cm

The sky looked at me with shame,
I felt it gazing on my body
It heated my skin,
Burned it.
Punished—I am
For Man’s fall.

Dark is the night now
I breathe air and bow
Today—no one ate me.

There are hyenas that are stalking me;
I couldn’t run for I am tied
They smelled my blood from a distance
Greedy steps and lustful eyes—
Their haunt is over.
They awaited now—mouths wild open
Concealing their claws
Acting civil before the auction starts.

Put on a bid of Gold—
At my father’s doors
An auction I made so I could be sold.

They take my gown off,
For me, thousands of Gold
Pushed, turned, touched
I warmed them despite the night’s cold
Shouting more—
More.

I am a property,
Bought and sold on Gold.

The hyenas came closer,
Dancing as they move,
Teeth made of bones.

A wreath of daisies and lilies,
Wearing a white gown and a smile.
I’m accustomed to this, at least I’m told
That I’m beautiful and fair.
They sing and I sing along,
A lullaby,
A chant to the passive present.
Howbeit, I’m pulled from
My melodious lay.

I walk, and the songs are
Descending to lustful utters
And loud howls,
Their bodies needed a cure, a healing
To sneak up, again
And pounce on their prey.
What a pity to choose life
This life– each time.

 

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