that 1984

it was in 1984
that they killed my momma's soul
when my feet burned
in that basalt african soil
thorns in my throat
when I saw a fairy queen
shining before me
that oiled corpse
domed in petals colored white

it was in 1984 indeed
that codeine deemed intrinsic
when my lips chapped
a flesh so rotten
in that house so silent
it was all that
which felt so distant

it was that

my walking corpse, that was alive
in wretched contrast with a fairy Queen