About AIDs by Dennis Brutus

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Brutus poem, 17/3/09

Dennis: "This would belong in an anthology about AIDS — it is obliquely referred to."  

Sweetness will make it palatable:  

with a spoonful of sugar  

the medicine goes down,  

in the most delightful way.  

So we descend to our destruction,  

so we descend to our decay.  

Such blinding sweetness,  

to obliterate sense,  

to obliterate sensibility.  

Only delight remains,  

to overcome all else—  

it is pleasure we know,  

only pleasure we experience:  

for this medicine,  

there is no medicine.  

All we know is delight,  

all else decays to nothingness,  

will, indeed, decay to nothingness.  

For CQ at 21/3/09