Wake Asia Wake - Part Two - 1

Part Two Older in age younger in growth still heeding His Master’s Voice the Great swirling dark illiterate masses led by less than nought point nought nought nought nought nought nought nought to the power of 32 who prefer nukes for toys at the cost of common everyday joys These that hanker after the departed master’s pat on the back for the Man-Booker for the National Book Award for the Fullbright for the Visiting Professorship and/or IIAS Fellowship for the Ivy League-Oxbridge doctoral degree for in short the Master’s pedigree-conferring embrace These who do not know do not want to know do not wish to know will not know if there’s a difference between a Genji Monogatari or the Monkey between a Sakuntala or the Gitanjali between a poem and a public parade These that will *******ons of postcolonial muck And oblige their students to gorge every bit with spit Just to stamp careers with their brainprints These that will turn their coat turn their tongue turn their souls for a Nobel These that preen strut pout pose pretend mouth ready to swill the millesium this bouquet mind you titillates the left corner of the upper palate like a petal unfolding in spring from a hymen the dark obedient swirling masses lie dumb night after never-ending night to ebola and dingue and chikungunya swill water shrivelling their cramped contorted viscera (Continued in Part Two - 2)