Friday 16 December 2011

Ashes to ashes

A barbecue in the open,

Sizzling on it are

Meagre, brown, one-side burnt

People. Charred raw flesh, smoke

Billowing out of the prison

Like grills, hissing noises

Muffled, distant, unheard.

In a heal-hell zone.



Licking the legs, the waist.

From toenail to hairtip

Flames. Orange-blue,

Welling up, lunging

Through the broken windows, felled walls

Enveloping the earth-child Sita,

Concealing the hell-bourne invisible

Devil, sucking souls

With its clouded black agents,

Killing lives. Killing the city.



Was the city hurld headlong flaming

Accursed with unquenchable fire

To blaze into ashes the living hopes,

Or in a bid to purify

The putrid, squalid 'city of joy'

An annual arson?



My city is singed, yet seething alive.

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