Tuesday, 5 October 2010

Creche

(the 4th of September)

Wet eyes begging at the door
Walled in
Castle of Innocence
Buldozered to a handful of
Play-blocks scattered on the floor

Good-byes plucked
Like scales off a dead trout
Limpid horse pulled away
From derailed cart
Love temporarily
Timed out

Left ghostly pending
With the tremor of a rootless tree
Neither living nor dead
Just surviving the calamity
Of ritual away-sending
Misery

Every second
Inward growing claw
A foolish monument
To the economy of trading
Contact flesh to flesh
For the cold roominess of
Growing-up crèche.

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