Poemness

Thought I'd share this with you, seeing as how it's a little bit Plath/Sexton-esque, and I'm having an Anne Sexton phase. Poem is by London based poet Naima Thishak.

The Judges

Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael
Watch me fall with their brass, disapproving eyes
They cast their wicked gavels down
Hot wood and righteous smiles
cascading from the heavy skies

They ignore the lewd scene before them
As Lady Justice at last acts upon
her fetish for jackboots and bloody armbands
Mrs Bailey, meretricious and blackly biased
Whoring her way through London Town.

They judge me instead, they with their wide brows
Weighed down with cruel and vital contemplations
Smirking with the perversity peculiar to the Seraphim
And unconcerned that Hell is brim full of comforting delights
Dulled are their iron ears, these great custodians, to the tyranny of creation