Lion Hunting

Far away from the plains
I hear the stealthy footsteps
of an unborn Masai searching for a mother.

I hear his spear
pierce the evening and
split open her feline womb.

I hear the painful growls
of a lioness in spasms of childbirth
under the watchful eyes of a golden sun.

Then I hear the ecstatic first cries
of newborn manhood
of mankind born again.

As the sun sets;
here, across an ocean,
I am still waiting for a mother.

Like all men

Like all men
I too knew that
after forty seven year
of happy ignorance
one day I will be
made known the truth.

I thought I could
take it as a Man,
courageously,
standing erect
with clenched fists
and gnashed teeth
behind my mind’s
impregnable fortresses
built over the barren decades.

Now
when those words came invading
like a stealthy breeze
through the little window
I am swept away.

Keep your eyes away
lest you will see me crying -
wailing like a frail new widow
choking in my own tears and breaths
with my face buried in this white pillow
my fists clasping it, my teeth biting into it.