Days pile up like stinking carcasses

POEMS FROM THE PAST: NIGHTMARE RELIVED
NOVEMBER 5, 2005
Days pile up like stinking caracasses
one upon the other,
Filling a palid sky with death's odour.
There was a time when
These days had come rushing like
Playful children eager to greet
My moments with streamers and kites
My days then had dreams for wings
And hopes for wheels.
Then suddenly I found
The God of this valley lay dead
His limbs cut and sold
And bought and cooked
And then
Served on the table
For strangers to eat


LATER ON SAME NIGHT

but i must go now and
cry till every morsel of flesh
wakes up to become a giggling child,
and their babble drowns out
the noise of hymns
and the vale is overflowing with
laughter
of child kingdom
where no commandments
stifle the songs of nightingale!