At school he
carried the
Sign of the
cross on his
chest, printed,
on badge mark
ISCF;
Beating, shaking
Jesus on a tambo-
Urine from one
Class, one block
one grade to
the next,
Playing hide
and see for
naked shirts
pockets to
Bear the badge
of high school
saints,
Speaking in the
tongues of Angels
(that’s what he told us)
reading out lives
Telling boys to
Tear out the
pages of
Immorality.
At nights the
Badge sits in
His bag as
He taste the
tongue of a man
Waiting on
daylight to
be put on again.