Monday, 22 November 2010

No Clothes, No Food

T’was mid afternoon in the blistering sun
My eyes were half-closed, ears cocked for anything
T’is a town you know, anything may happen
Butterflies swirling in my stomach
Something like a whirr like of a distant roar in my mind
Ne’er did I feel like a premonition o’er me
A garbage heap squirming, smirking down yonder
Human traffic criss-crossing
Nothing peculiar, nothing extraordinary
Suddenly my eyes bulged, ears tickled
A thousand butterflies flapped feverishly
The engine-roar was close
E’er me I saw him
On the garbage mound
Clammy face
His feet were baked in dirt
Hair locked in thick disheveled knots
He was chewing something
Everytime he swallowed it, he closed his ping-pong-like eyes
The human traffic was unpertubed
It would cast a glance at the man
And fixedly cast forwards
It won’t allow children
Look at the naked ghost:
May cause nightmare to kids
If they lingered a while they were pinched
I shuffled away
But the pleading innocent eyes have followed me here

C) Lorot Salem 2010


Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh my goodness this is so powerful. HORRIBLE that any creature should have to endure such lack. Those eyes will follow me today, as well. Keep writing, Salem. Your poems wake the conscience of your readers.

echoesofthehills said...

Gladdens me to hear that. And equally, it breaks my heart to say that in the abundance that is in our mother earth some as this kind soul should live in lack. What a contradiction!

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