Kerry-James-Marshall

To Sodom I return again,
I build it from its ashes.
And from its tongue of black flame,
I mould its broken bricks.
With a golden fleece of fleeting Memory,
I bring the men with their tiny desires.

I am at Gomorrah, unending the black desire
Locking the angels behind Bars, creating new ones
Among the men in apparel of strange desire.
Love is a fleeting fantasy here; dark desire and Shamed
Conjugal, man man.

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Long road though, Sodom is handsomely here.
Always here, never gone, and the angels are
Behind bars. Man owns man here, not there though,
Beyond the sea. But here.

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About the Author:

Portrait - IfeoluwaIfeoluwa ‘Dele graduated from the university of Lagos, Nigeria. His poem was published at kin poetry journal. His poems also appeared in “Footmarks: Poems on One Hundred Years of Nigeria’s Nationhood”