The Dark Side Of Paradise

Linus Eliasson

Palm trees
brown heated skin
red hot sundowns that kiss the bottom of the sea
pura vida
pura vida
except
don’t you dare “re going to the” beach at night
because there are dozens of nameless women
crimes in between the stems of the palm trees

One man held down
by two men
while his sweetheart was abused before his eyes
they were just stepping back from dancing
wanted to watch the white-hot moon
in paradise
it was dealt with
not with the police
by the two men who held down the rapist and submerge him
the next week

I am not sad he imbibed foam
instead of air

It’s paradise
except for the hotel with the great lizard
grey nasty walls
window screens stained with dust
I never liked the vigor in there
steered clear
found out the owner was found dead
paws sticking out of a cleansing machine

It’s paradise
except for those three women on their quadruplet who got mugged and abused by the river filled with crocodiles
in broad daylight
did you hear their bawls?

It’s paradise
except for those young teenagers “whos got” hoped up on cocaine and gather women off the dance flooring at the full moon parties
or when they go to the bathroom
and take their turn inside of her
while the techno rumbles

It’s paradise
except for the young girl
who a adult is seeking to enticement into the bushes
while I surfed with her papa in the sea
she got out
but whose daughter didn’t?

It’s paradise except for those women who are too afraid
to hold “the mens” accountable
because this isn’t the USA
and the conference of the parties will ask you
what were you wearing?

I am mad at them
anyway
for leaving
on large-hearted jet planes
letting rapists wander free in the sunshine
leering and waiting

It’s paradise except for that morning I was controlling the surf at 5 AM
and an Argentina ran by me screaming
there’s a man with a gun
there’s a man with a gun
go back to your house
close your windows

It’s paradise except when you get chased out of town
shot and bleed dry in the streets

I enjoy it here
except when I find the screams
muffled by the pass of men
as their entitled dicks
ram in and out
of a vagina that they claim
unasked
and then can walk into a cafe in broad daylight the next day
while beings exclusively moan rapist
and give him his change

If you want to make a crime against the government
I don’t give a fuck

Rob a bank?
It’s money
I don’t give a fuck

But if you sell a woman’s figure on the market
mug a child and pharmaceutical her
maintain her in a room
where servicemen in old blue t shirts
compensate$ 5 to fucking her
before she’s hit pubescence

If you rape
and take
the body of a woman
that is not yours
I give a fuck

Rape is unforgivable
in my eyes

My mamma said if anyone ever abused me
she would kill them
even if it entailed going to jail for the rest of her life
and my souls agrees
if you take the flesh of the status of women “thats really not” yours
may you ignite in the red hot coals of a blaze I don’t believe in.

Janne Robinson is a poet and author of

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