too many people have died

indeed Thin-Man, ‘too many people have died’

coz the collateral mustn’t take sides

and there are too many sides

too many angles and pitches

too much light and blood oozing down

all the advertisements in all the billboards

in all the cities of the world. 

so many, that strangers who used to write their tales

on fallen leaves 

 throw punches in thin air tonight 

because all monsters are real, all nightmares are

Or else, too many people would never have died

So many have, that,

the sad guy in Hamlyn, after killing all the children,

must have had done something stupid or weird –

unlike sunflowers that face the sun

which are as real as all the corpses that the earth hides from the sun

It’s like, the cycle of fire just keeps on getting longer

as all circles of light and darkness shrink 

each time certain persons necessitate disenfranchisement because some rich men must get richer

a bit of the charming light fades, 

a dot from the deep darkness loses magic

Wolfeyes get redder all around flames

The hunted must watch the hunter tonight

marshlights won’t take him home tonight –. 

Home is where it rains after summer

A thing about sunflowers is - 

baby-sunflowers always face the sun,

even when it rains!

grown-up ones don’t

I have read of a place named Peristan

where the moon fades away

to humdrums of grown-ups

and where there is a dog named lion.

A thing about too many people dying is that

Despite all the sunflowery shit, we have all contributed

in our own ways, across generations of children who lived, who live,

for which some children had to turn collateral, have to, exponentially; 

Memories replaced by memories

Like the wise cat who wipes an occasional teardrop or two off the cheeks of space-time,

an occasional fairytale or two trickle down the iron-guards of history

Fairytales are as real as all our lethal contributions are,

as real as all the children who heard them before they slept were.

When will all the fairytales march out for all the children of the world who sleep in unmarked graves?