Behind the smile,

Behind the coloured face and optical lens,

Beyond those well tucked away blood stained garb,

Above the unmuttered letters,

Behind muffled sounds, tired smile and hired smile,

I hear her rants,

Her chants beckons from a distance,

His fist has not been fair to you,

From countless black eye, broken jaws and shifted gaits,

Mutemood finds home in this rear,

Heart warm with weary,

Love becomes a cross,

Frigidity zone becomes the home,

The fist-clenched fellow punched out your very many miracles from time immemorial,

Shaitan's debauchery is this rear,

Apologies turn broken records,

The redeemer not nigh,

Love is a ruse.

(C)FUNMI ADEYEMO JANUARY 2017