Bottom Power

A backside
Floating inside


The darkside
Of a history pickled in formaldehyde


Not a Damien Hirst
Or the slaking of knowledge thirst


Of one eyed men leading blind fools
Grasping for straws in the genetic pool


This was a museum in gay Paree
And here was young Saartje


The ultimate other


Whose derriere
Was the derniere cri


Eclipsing all dimensions
Of what a pair of buttocks dared be


Caught up in the scramble for African booty
And shipped across the straits of incredulity


Branded freak, sideshow, curiosity
Baby’s back had way


Too much front
Refracted in the sweaty gaze of eurocentricity


Exuberant
Protuberant


Undulating around the sinuous figure of 8
Hips, rolling like green across the hills of the veldt


An arsenal of flesh
And fodder for fetish
They all came to relish


The drama playing out
On the curvature of her spine


Uncanny fanny
They muttered


A kyber pass
As bold as brass
They gasped


Steatopygous gluteus maximus
Heaven help us it takes no prisoners
They marvelled


Lordy, lord, lord
Her heiny surely
Must have taken out
A deposit with the almighty
They hollered


What an untidy pudendus
‘Ere what, let’s call it Venus


The show was over
But no love lost here


Save for that of one eyed men rutting for notions
Of an inferior posterior in the funnel between her thighs


Saartje loses self in the arse end of a bottle
Dying, to resurrect her highs

But then again
I see you baby


Shaking that ass
Shaking that ass
Shaking that ass fast


Whipping up a frenzy
Of peach shaped fecundity


Tail feather perched optimistically
High on your hips


Pulsating, switching, locking
Down the rhythm of Sir Mixalot’s fancy


In rump shaking
Tush wagging


Butt jiggling
Back packing


Bumper pulling
Cheek winking


Haunch rippling
Caboose stacking


Trunk junking
Earth quaking


Money making
Baaadassss kicking
Hips sways and dips


God didn’t break the mould
Shaping Beyonce round mound


Forming Kylie’s bite size
Hind quarters


Delivering the backside
That is J’Lo’s broadside


God given is reason
And ample hemispherical features


Distinguishing us from
All other living creatures


Ridiculous and sublime
Vilified and eroticised in turn


It’s the mount of all desire
But hardly the seat of all wisdom


If bum cracks are the new cleavage
And mother nature made you average


Get your ass down to Brazil
For some nip and tuck leverage


Saartje’s ass is everything like the sun
Big, bold, prominent


A celestial body rising to contour South Africa’s coast
A ledge to stand on to gaze into the face of heaven’s host