Herr Coloniser
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The grief of my country
is sitting in the corner of my stomach.
A pigheaded bacterium—
it is going nowhere.
A garrison in my small intestines;
a dogged settler army of worms laying ambush.
I cannot throw up,
there are razor-wires dipped in my throat.
The goddamn grief blocked!
From the broken spoon,
I have been eating Herr Coloniser!
I will digest you; your bones
with fluoric acids—
will dissolve you in my pee.
I will shit you out from my body!
(This Poem appeared in the October 2020 print issue of the Mountain Ink.)
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