Tolu Ogunlesi posted this on fb, and I love it! love it! love it....do enjoy!
HIROSHIMA
forty, for a woman, they say, is Hiroshima.
fifty, perhaps, would be Nagasaki,HIROSHIMA
forty, for a woman, they say, is Hiroshima.
and History the helpless audience destined
to witness the bio-illogical warfare:
a dance, planted
on the feet at dawn
shriveling at noon
into a self-conscious shuffle;
a perplexed man stepping gingerly
around the sealed tomb of his living wife.
seeking the music he used to take for granted.
forty, for a woman, they say, is Hiroshima,
fifty, perhaps, would be Nagasaki.
sex at seventeen is Sodom, and an orgasm at seventy
Is a visa to Gomorrah.
But for you, her darling husband,
sex at seventeen
is sunrise;
and an orgasm at seventy is prophylaxis
for prostate cancer. eventually,
everything before forty turns out for you,
to be The Lost, Irrelevant City of Atlantis,
herald of a f**king new civilisation…
2010 (c) Tolu Ogunlesi
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Lovely poem!
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