the song, when it fell
crumbled
collapsed,
the earth shuddered
flowed in red
tomorrow’s history
(and the lines that remain out of it)unsung songs
quiver and quake
in soil and sludge
shattered dreams
buried wishes
flayed bodies
the last rays like pyre
set the river ablaze.
* * *
hara hara mahadeva!
shouts from throats filled with poison
rend these bodies
poison in the throat
seeps into the vein,
poison of the mind
renders the body blue
blue poison spreads across the sky
turns the corals and pearls in the ocean’s
depth blue
this is the time
the cradle of death swings with a lullaby
laa . . . laa . . . la lullaby
child, take care –
the butcher’s knife glistens
in the pool of flesh and blood
just two inches below the navel
sharpness slits through
even before the scream is out
manhood is proved and achieved
The breast, the vagina,
breast-milk, the monthly
flow of blood – have all
different meanings
in the politics of dharma
here, hands, feet, head, torso,
love, affection, sorroware
all soaked in blood
a wink of sleep for the pain
a tear or two for the hated
a little compassion in the heart
that is dharma.
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