Cornucopia (Words to the womb of Man) by Mapule Mohulatsi

A vision of reciprocative reflective seizures impregnated by

bodies chanting in a fallen forest,
nymphets kneeling knitting knives into the rising dust –

A vision galvanized into singing of butterfly shadows to the murky horizon of His holy womb.
His womb – a vibrant tune massaging birth into the frail wombs of a bleeding clan.
A horn – seething sex in silent simmering swamps of sin.
Sick sick
soon soon…
love love …
A few words, for the womb of Man.

Mapule Mohulatsi is resides in the still silences of time / vision / memory / love.