Percussion
Sequel to “Let Me Sleep”
by Debashish Haar
Cufflinks of straw,
sifting images
of
capsized ships
of pride:
looted again
and again
in battles
comprehensively
incomprehensible.
Navigating against
the currents
of cerebral impulses
to athwart
the march
of zombies.
Euthanasia
bargained
in séance
to ease the
pain and palsy,
in this acrimonious
parison
of
abject surrender
at the heels
of your becoming.
"Hey you departed souls!
You numb bags of bones,
the preyed in cowardice jolts,
the dictated in malicious roles.
Hey you the medallion
of satanic conquests,
you the pawns deceived
and betrayed.
Hey you the practitioner of alchemy,
empowering power
and weakening
sick and poor.
Hey you the contagion
budding Yggdrasil's
blood seeking rib,
you the lies
de
dictated doctrines
preached and repealed.
Hey you the pregnancy
of
the phantasmagoric creations,
the zillion microbes
lounging the globe,
the zillion arrays
of toys created
to cremate
civilization
in the globe.
Let me sleep!
Let me sleep
in the cauldron
of truth and lies
a place
history will hide
at the end
of
the persistence
of memory."
Autumn Leaves
volume 8 number 6
This poem is copyright © 2004, Debashish Haar, all rights reserved.
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