CALL HER

CALL HER

Call her Giginyu ! Else, call her Tarauni !
She was just a slip of a girl. Africa's girl.
As if a nothing for them! Fauna! Kid-snared like a wild bird
From the land jails of abjection, tied, shackled up.
Robbed in the manacles of men's hate at Jihad.
A Girl insect to invest with secret venom bombs.

Child of God to the crowd-jostled marketplace!
Too young to be suspect. Winked by the detectors.
Dolorously she came like one going up to His calvary.
Call her Gwale ! Else call her Sabon Gari !
This is another one. Even yet. Call her Kano !
We don't, do not know her name. Yet, yet she was.

Her lithe girl body too young too young for breasts;
Unweighted by pendulous breasts, but yet.
Yes She carried a weight up there! From her middle
Upwards. Upwards like a call to heaven, "No."
Nine or ten years old, a girl too young for breasts.
Call her, dear God. Call her from her damners.

- WDK 13 Jan 2015

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mark 2

CALL HER


Call her Giginyu ! Else,
call her Tarauni !
She was just a slip of a girl.
Africa's girl. As if a nothing
for them! Fauna!
Kid-snared like a wild bird
From the land jails of abjection,
tied, shackled up.
Robbed in the manacles of men's hate
at Jihad.
A Girl insect to invest with
secret venom bombs.


Child of God to the crowd-jostled
marketplace!
Too young to be suspect. Winked by
the detectors.
Dolorously she came like one going
up to His calvary.
Call her Gwale !
Else call her Sabon Gari !
This is another one. Even yet.
Call her Kano !
We don't, do not know her name.
Yet, yet she was.


Her lithe girl body too young
too young for breasts;
Unweighted by pendulous breasts,
but yet. Yes
She carried a weight up there!
From her middle
Upwards. Upwards like a call
to heaven, "No."
Nine or ten years old, a girl
too young for breasts.
Call her, dear God. Call her
from her damners.


- WDK 13 Jan 2015

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Explosives strapped to a girl detonated at a crowded marketplace in Nigeria, killing at least 20 people and injuring 18 others, according to police.



mark 3

CALL HER

Call her Giginyu!
Else call her Tarauni!
This is but a silph of a girl, Kenya's girl.
So outed, as if a nothing! Some fauna!
Kid-snared as nestling bird, as a wild bird
ff land jails of abjection, tied, shackled up,
plucked and robed in these Jihad manacles
as men rape for the deadliness, headlines
witha Girl-insect to invest with
their load of venom bomb.

Child of gods led to
the crowd-jostled marketplace!
Too young to be suspect.
Winked by hard eyed detectors.
Dolorously she comes
like a mother going up her son's calvary.
Call her Gwale! Of Magdala,
Nazara. Else call her Sabon Gari !
This is another one. Even yet,
of the land. Call her Kano !
We don't, do not know her name.
Yet, yet, she is. She was.

A lithe girl body too young,
too young for breasts;
Unweighted by pendulous breasts yet, but yet.
Yes. She carried a weight up there!
From her middle upward. Upwards
like an infant call to all above; "No."
Nine or ten years old,
a girl too young for breasts.
Call her, dear God.
Call her from her damners.

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