A poetic exploration of 'Pornography' by Olawale Ibiyemi

We want to watch our mothers

Clamber the hills of ecstasy

And briskly touch ourselves in pursuit.

The father without shame pummels

His daughter with the rod

Not meant for the child.

The newly weded couple

Throw the sanctity of secrecy to the gyre

Of the camera; Lord we are watching.

The woman is not our helpmate

She is a device employed

For the satisfaction of our concupiscence.

Eve will not get pregnant

And Adam will use no raincoat

Eve will not get pregnant.

The priest sacred will orgasm,

Spilling his seed unborn

Onto the bossoms of his concubine:

Eve never gets pregnant.

We are blind because we

Think we can

See.

Pursue sin we do wholeheartedly;

And Death follows behind.

We are blind because we

Think we can

See.

Our little sister is naked,

And we peep through the keyhole

Briskly touching ourselves in pursuit of death.

Then Èsù whispers, “why not open

The door?”

“Yea, hath God said, ye shall not eat

Of every tree of the garden?”

Ah! Èsù ma se mi o, omo elòmíràn

Ni ko se

Little sister; lamb for the slaughter,

Oblivious of the hymen-eating

Monsters that lurk in the house.

Courage satanic grabs hold

Of the mind, and the limbs burst

Into action.

The knock, when it came, subtle, masquerading

The wantings that hold the reins:

“Sade, Sade, open the door, I want to

Take something in your room?”

Yepa! it is finished;

…the monster is let in;

We will blame the Devil (as usual).

Olawale Ibiyemi blogs at poemsphere.blogspot.com. This poem was first published on poetry.wrr.ng

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