Nothing is Missing
Arranged beauty, a vanishing self. Silent guns in the corner reveal an…
Read more →Famished refugees on the island, refusing nature's bounty, became mere blood-stained effigies through self-devouring violence.
Once upon a time
Refugees from faraway land
arrived on the island
searching for bounties of their home land.
They were famished but refused to eat
animals, plants, shrubs and flowers.
Even in the moments of extreme hunger
they refused to eat each other.
For seven days- seven nights
they prayed under the odorous sun
in the sky and hurled stones at each other.
My blood vessels rushed to the surface of beach
in excitement –
Violence is like the innocent love of malicious God
flaming and feeding anxieties and animosities
in our erotic and spiritual veins.
One day, they sighted Robinson Crusoe-
young, handsome naked suicide bomber
panting, shaking with anonymous desires
of self-killing.
You will say He was expert in the science of elegies
but I know he was infatuated with making wooden coffins.
Slowly, evil power overpowered all the settlers –
they swallowed knives and daggers
filling oval appetites with artefacts of modern art.
One by one, all men, women and children
turned a pile of red- stained effigies –
half-burnt memory of massacres on the island