YUH RAP SO (0.8)

 
             

           Later Othello’s wife’s fate of Married Life  
           Made Dilyd toss out her own lace-handkerchiefs:
           When white lace, in this or that starched trim, began
           Jutting out into her eyes in the haven
           Of her Order, she begged Bishop Gee to let
           Her go to teach little bucks to read + write

           Down in the Bush up in the Interior,
           One more rung to High Heaven on her ladder
           Of God-lust odd in an otherwise docile
           Gyirl trying her best to keep a low profile –
           More so after the thing behind the sea-wall
           Which had made her flesh feel like a cannibal’s
           Bloody treat + turned her off all males for good,
           Including her lover, though he too had bled
           As part of the wages of their lapse of lust
           As shameful for its haste as for the rapists’
           Voyeur-into-vampire perversion of it

      (from “Raponani” . a verse novel by Brian Chan, 2023)