Reply to Bose Tsevende’s ‘Pieces of Peace’

Locked in a podunk
of women with barbecued hands,
but peace cannot be cooked so
I roast, eye roast,
till we cannot see
the problem with violence.
Choked on dark humor smoke
from burning blood and skin,
and dreams,
and chewed on perspective.
Peace could be a woman
If she’s dead or God sent.

LARDO