From my Ashes

A singular science describes me,

and in describing me captures me,

and in capturing me decimates me.

These legs sex length,

These eyes arms as desperate as cricket croaks,

These eyes aquariums where the wish fish swims.

To contain me is to kill me.

Like a twisted phoenix I rise.

From my ashes,

a rose.

God’s Promise.

God's Rainbow. Noah and the Flood.

 

I love the true meaning of rainbows. This is what the rainbow really means. A promise from God never to flood the Earth again and wipe us out. A covenant with us. Many times nowadays people think of gay rights when they think of the rainbow, but God created the rainbow and He gave it a meaning first. No matter how much you stick rainbows on flags that represent other things, this is what the rainbow has always meant and will always mean. I understand the gay community wanting some sort of flag or other symbol to show solidarity, but at the end of the day God had the rainbow first.

History of War

The wars have been incorporated into this paper-

history,

The man with an impenetrable black jacket

stitching the paper,

approves,

and a new sheet is slaughtered by little boys.

Some grow up a mile.

Some grow up.

In the footnotes,

the great wars of citrus end

as a subsidiary at a small level of heart.

Circulatory virus,

change and kill.

This is so much war and it is controversial.

Only mid-minute meals.

 

 

Thanks for reading guys. This poem was produced by first writing one poem, then running it back and forth through Google Translate in the Xhosa language of South Africa, and then editing and revising my results.