The Drooled and Slobbering Poems of D.L. Siluk (poems: 3 thru 6)

3

In My Times

In my times, it demanded we protest, cut away sin.
In my times, it demanded we go with flow, it was
hammered into us!
In my times, we invented free sex, with no regrets.
And in the end, my era, that demanded all this,
got shitty, and nasty kids.


#2289 (2-17-2008)




4

Last words
(Of the imprisoned Islamic Terrorists)


Islamic Terrorists never die well, they twitch
and cough, roar red and black words,
about everyone but themselves, going to hell;
even to the last breathe, before being thrown
into a ditch, they choke out those last words
saying, “Death to you all, by Allah!”


#2292 (2-27-2008)




5

Man-ship

Man is like a ship, on the sea—
throbbing with envy of it
(undulated envy),
for its long time existence…!


#2295 (2-27-2008)




6

In Haiti
(1986)

In Haiti—they serve one master in the day, and
another one in the night,
in-between, at twilight, they stand still, waiting
for the sounds of the voodoo drums.


#2296 (2-27-2008)(the author spent two weeks in Haiti, ten-days in the
mountains and four days in the city of Port de Prince, in the winter of 1986,
and recalls the voodoo drums in the small villages, and in the forests..