Susan Rich


Country: United States
Language(s): English
The Women Of Kismayo

The breasts of Kismayo assembled
along the mid-day market street.

No airbrushed mangoes, no
black lace, no under-wire chemise.

No half-cupped pleasures,
no come-hither nods, no Italian

centerfolds.  Simply the women
of the town telling their men

to take action, to do something
equally bold.  And the husbands

on their way home, expecting
sweet yams and meat,

moaned and covered their eyes,
screamed like spoiled children

dredged abruptly from sleep–
incredulous that their women

could unbutton such beauty
for other clans, who

(in between splayed
hands) watched quite willingly.

Give us your guns, here is our
cutlery, we are the men!

the women sang to them
an articulation without shame.

And now in the late night hour
when men want nothing but rest,

they fold their broken bodies, still
watched by their wives’ cool breasts

round, full, commanding as colonels–
two taut nipples targeting each man.