Mouth’s have become ancient

Funeral homes with weathered
Stone walls for cheeks, crookedly
Indented by stick figures of mental
Slavery in petroglyphic rock art
Carvings, dancing off beat on bleeding
Gums as shadow puppets of Alkebulan
Ancestors with knees planted firmly
In ashy soils scorched, by flaming
Hatred intended to cremate memories
Engraved deeply into the five cellular
Layers of peeling dead skin hanging
Onto history’s lips, by pale necromancers
Carrying hell’s plight in their fiery
Breath’s in vaporous mist hovering
Above rust plated teeth, with hollow
Dental cavities for burial vaults
Enclaving withered corpses with
Ageing yellowing pages of oppression
Manuals for rotting flesh, dripping
Off dissolving bones in a sea of sulphuric
Acid clogging up salivary glands
With leaking marrow, from fissured
Skeletons of mummified lexicon
With stiffened spinal muscles engulfing
Eroded columns haunted by silhouettes
Of rigor mortis, jerking arthritic limbs
Using ruptured veins as barbed wire
Puppet strings erecting middle
Fingers with depleted cartilage,
On friction stricken joints to fornicate
The godly minds of brown people
As black self destruction orbits
Around the broken axis, of mortuary
Metal beds for tongues where derogatory
Terms lay lifeless with small surgical
Incisions, punctured by a trocar beneath
Their belly buttons siphoning the blurry
Pixels of their positive self images in gas
And liquid forms, from chest and abdominal
Organs with animalistic descriptions such
As ‘dog’ or ‘cat’ immersed in chemical
Colourants and the pungent odour,
Of ‘bitch’ as formaldehyde preserving
A life-like glow on the deadened flesh
Of our collective identity stitching
‘Nigga’ as plastic eye caps, branded
With torturous film strips secured
Behind our lids rolling endless
Slideshows of barefeet shackled
To chain reactions of the slave
Master dialectic, tattooing thirsty
Landscapes in meager dust puffs
Swirling in gentle winds waving
Batons in quick arm movements
Conducting staccato liberation hymns
Frivolously failing to free, sweaty
Palms from the vain burden of picking
Cotton fields while lashes are glued
Shut by ‘dime pieces’ weighing 10
Erection measurement units
On monetary scales, of dry nut
Perversion as tented pants backstroke
Through drool pools dropping slowly
Along moistened thighs that water
Tilled pieces of earth, ‘hoed’ by flat
Blades with long handles burrowing
Narrow holes that sprout minx shoots
With short leaves wrapping their twiggy
Bodies, as “G’s” spot cocky thugs muffling
Screaming moans that lick eardrums
Beating death into the future’s uterus
Birthing stillborn zombies that storm
The planet, dragging 9 inch fangs
On the ground that crave the authentic
Spirit of early Man cocooning the true
Essence of melatonic beings whose
Rightful place is at the apex, of creation
And now we are nothing but walking
Graves filling our bottomless stomachs
With embalmed scars, of our forefathers
Through speech that continues to decay
Our self perception.