Cryptic Calls

CRYPTIC CALLS: i The night called out to him A man of plane fleet Gloved in illusion of machete and strength To beat out from the web of sleep And answer the howling cryptic calls: Cryptic calls of hooting owls and chirping crickets Cryptic calls with lurid eyes of a marauder A marauder in the parapet of silence… The chameleon has changed its colour The cloud refused giving out dew And the moon (in monocle) beat down on the glimmering grasses To forewarn him of the hatching egg Bearing horn as fang Bathing with fire… Ii He heard the sound but did not see the cryptic step drawing near Yet another proof that the pearls have to be forgone But will man’s weakness play low on him To forfeit the fishes in the hooks- The Fishes renting net He has gone out for: shattered cries in the air Echoes down the river stream, The forest will tell of the glees Of the meat that got a meat Who went out for the fish; Broken bones and splashes of blood Wanton break of breath- Had it been a crocodile Joy of death not to have taken a dilatory step Along the verge of the smothering weight… Iii He galloped him down a whole- Termites crying for no crump Vultures for no corpse People for no man- One has taken the joy of all With community answering another cryptic calls But who born the devil - The spider with million hands To lay cobwebs on the road That they may not see the pregnant python at the river bank.