APRIL POETS

Middle Sex

By

Nana Fredua-Agyeman

Let this god create this gender,

A gender which neither would be man

Nor woman, and when this god

Has unified the left and the right,

Men would no more have to woo women

Only to love them or break their hearts

And there would no more be painful gestation

Nor its concomitant super-painful parturition

For we shall each, in tune, carry

Our Personal Incubators (PIs) like laptops

Where future babies would be created

According to our settings and satisfactions

And when this god has made this

Gender, there no more shall be

Penis envy, nor vagina shyness

Devolution

By

Nana Fredua-Agyeman

From that quintessential lamb

that multiple cell structure

formed within time’s womb,

our fractured minds

sailed through

blackholes and galaxies

timeframes and timelines

through stalactites

and stalagmites

of icy revolutions

through fractal rays

hidden within

ancestral catacombs

and then we are reborn:

a single-cell structure

with no mitochondria

to power our minds:

(Our inverted ontogeny

becomes the allegory of our being)

the consciousness

of our existence

perceived through

the lubs and dubs

in the heart of the city

and through:

Suicide Bombings

Missile Testing

God Killings.

In this Century

we are wiser by death.