Mummy is a praying mantis
her head bowed, her hands clasped,
her knees bent.
From dusk to dawn
The yawning sky accompanies
the cries and the beating bell
of the barefoot prophet.
I wear neutral
The color of the sand
The color of the stone
The color of the stream
Under the Tropical sun, strung
Rumbling like the sea on which she sits
A tornado ride in an amusement park
- exciting, enthralling, endangering.
Truth came one day in the form of a naked, black doll
I once possessed.
How I came by it, I can no longer recollect
Perhaps someone with intentions base