Poetry: Echosightings Vol II, WOMAN TONGUE

Who or 
what
has got
Woman tongue
Is the grip of fear now so
great
That she could choose -
Head held straight
but the eyes
Compelled to deviate -
Not
to reciprocate
the basic courtesy
of a pleasant
Good Morning?

Echosightings Vol 1, GUTTED BY A SHEET

It had been
Beautiful once
No doubt adorning a well-made
bed in some well-ordered
Home
Now
Its gossamer sheen has succumbed
to the rampant stains of misfortune and
Neglect
And still it has spoken some ugly
Truths
About us
And the film of
Indifference now spread
like a Dome
over a sunny ghetto
Morning
With one side clutched
Desperately lest it fall away and
Reveal the nakedness
Of the stumbling befuddled
Woman
wearing it