I Wonder If The Dusky Dame Poem by samuel nze

I wonder if the dusky dame
Enjoys her night in bed
Stiffened thus by bitter bile
And sixty silent snorts,
Whitewashed sepulchre of slaves
Brimmed by blackened bones
Giddy grotesque gaiety
Honed in practised pain,
The envy in the marketplace
The diatribes of hate
The visit to the juju priest
For medicines of death;
Bickering in the backyard
With the senior wife
The afternoon is ever spent
Licking soulish wounds,
Will she ever moan then
As the prick persuades
Pleadingly, soothingly
Pleadingly, soothingly
Pleadingly, soothingly
Burst forth woman, why so numb!
The man's fluid alone proceeds
The woman only sighs
Caged so by her guilt and hate
Her fears and sourly soul.