Altar Boy by Julia Deutsch
(a response to Elmina Slave Castle)
Within these walls, so wicked white,
singes sin on skin, black as the night.
This sunshine stabs, blinding blue eyes.
But still, my soul sees through your lies.
Oh, won't you salt my sweaty tears?
These people did not have to die.
Manicked by dreams of gleaming gold,
Those greedy hands reach out to hold.
Addicted, ever-craving more,
all empathy flails on the floor.
Pathetic, putrid, pasty, pale
chokes innocence for holy grail.
These wretched sick suck strength and lick,
degrading beauties. Take your pick.
Breathe in as toxic bile bursts free,
from bone to stone, eternally.
This pain swims up my feet’s two soles
burns through my heart- a million holes.
pounds and pulsates through my veins.
How can you eat, sleep, fuck, and pray
when you shit on such sweet life this way?
Confess your sins, you vile boy.
Tell God you treat life like a toy
and rip from brave hearts blooming joy.
Don’t worry now, silence those shrieks.
Your sentence now, our dear God speaks,
“Boy, stuff your face with flesh that wreaks,
Your murder made you meals for weeks!”
Now don’t you whine, your wretched swine.
Shove their blood down your throat like wine,
swallow the death on which you dine,
drown in the pain you called divine.
A storm of tears tore down my face,
for fierce friend’s lives lost in this place.
I cry, for they died of their race.
and mine has been my saving grace.
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