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?