Why, Oh Why Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

Why, oh why do I ask
in the tremor of silence
this body is a prisoner
in the archipelago of the mind
body so real
body so inviting
sometimes nostalgie de la boue
sometimes a harmonic rhythm
in Temples of Gods
so pure, susceptible to Satanic bier
and this mind
it dreams
oh how it dreams
so enigmatic
so rich and illustrious
manipulative yet trustworthy
creative, cultural, karmic
mind sits body
like a child in mother's arms
whispering, singing lullaby
cannot let go
inseparable like light and day
prisoner forever
why, oh why I do ask.