Your Laughter Untwists My Legs Poem by mark nwagwu

Let me in; please let me in
I'm hurt, hungry, helpless and homeless
My heart bleeds my legs too heavy to walk
Laughter has run away and am languid
lost, lost in a world that long buried my arms

Sorry, your honour, you're much too clean
for my hopeless hell mired in grateful evil
in the deepest caves hewn from stubborn suns
How can you come in and have your beard burnt
your garment red with my rut my rage my ruin
Sorry your Honour, to the wrong place you now adhere
seek quiet peaceful rest elsewhere far from this dungheap
and I'll go and lie inside on the mountaintop of despair

Why do you smile, your Honour, why do you smile?
Your laughter untwists my legs
makes me dance on treetops
what have you done to me what are you doing to me

Yes, my son that's why I beg to come in
disguised evil cast aside to wake up in grace
that we may dance on the mountaintop of 'holesome hope