Poems by Benson Eluma
Myth of the Vestal Virgin It is time to set out for the crossroads.The vestal virgin, mother to all their mothers,Has something for them in the mirror —Image of herself nakedBefore the morning of creation,Yes, before the moulding of the gods.Stick ithyphallic in her hand pointing southward,Away from Eagle Square where our elders waitIn robes […]
Three Wet Dreams by Benson Eluma
I sleep in laps. Wake up, rest from sleep like resting from work, then return to sleep-work.What is this shadow that follows me in the dark, despairing when the switch goes down?There is mud about my feet, reaching up to my trousers’ knees, and there is water.There is water all about my feet, reaching up […]