Two Poems by Dzekashu MacViban

After the Lobotomy

I’ve known auto-proclaimed ministers,

merchants of salvation

whose hearts are wildernesses

in a modern day wild

See them revel in a

hermetic ornanistic bacchanalia

after a daily battle of wits

to which they impose taxes—

for knowledge is power

& metaphor is power too

the power to tell— and not to tell—

From their vineyards

they’ve declared war on my vinyl

they’ve had no vision of it in their nu world

no vision of my verses

no vision at all

My vision is that of a crumbled world,

Tim Burtonesque, without social contract

so spare me your sophisms

do not say things you do not fathom

for I’d been warned of your arrival

before you were born

After the lobotomy,

i am everything save a legume

i guess you’ll have to try something else.

Molotov Cocktail


for Charlie Hebdo


As they’d done, upon an unholy valentine,

They’ve spilled first gore

In the name of the Prophet

Like when the Verses were on siege,

And the cartoonist on hot coals—

Mark that futurology is no forgiver

Of blood lust djinns…

Dzekashu MacViban is the author of Scions of the Malcontent and the Founding Editor of Bakwa Magazine.



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