Benodbehari's flowers
and the women with big eyes
in the garden.
Are they too far now?
Too far to make sense, of
this country for no women?
No country for women
No-country
The woman without a country,
does she count?
She counts trees in her cuntry.
Disloyal to Word.
Disloyal to Country.
Making errors have come
to make sense.
She types her cast away.
It may be beautiful, but it is not home.
It may be country, but it is not warm.
Between the mother's thighs,
the hard grip of soft flesh,
the release of blood and life,
her birth-place.
Each woman's cuntry,
Each woman's birth, an act of disloyalty.
No, she doesn't count in No-country.
The country of no, is no birthplace,
it knows no yes.
August 2015
and the women with big eyes
in the garden.
Are they too far now?
Too far to make sense, of
this country for no women?
No country for women
No-country
The woman without a country,
does she count?
She counts trees in her cuntry.
Disloyal to Word.
Disloyal to Country.
Making errors have come
to make sense.
She types her cast away.
It may be beautiful, but it is not home.
It may be country, but it is not warm.
Between the mother's thighs,
the hard grip of soft flesh,
the release of blood and life,
her birth-place.
Each woman's cuntry,
Each woman's birth, an act of disloyalty.
No, she doesn't count in No-country.
The country of no, is no birthplace,
it knows no yes.
August 2015
