Kalamatsch
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Kala is a skilled craft or performing art.
Matsch is mud in German and Kalamatsch Hamburg lingo.
Winnetou is an American Indian whose white friends Old Shatterhand and Sam Hawkins help and protect him.
Also the name of a book trilogy written by Karl May, whose adventures were concocted from library studies were the Harry Potter of my childhood in Germany.
Kalamatsch
As a kid I played with mud in pouring rain
sand and water and hands no box required
we called it ‘kalamatsch’ quite crafty fun
as in kala and free play never reasoned or planned
~ Games ~
Cowboys and Indians followed later and
luckily ‘Winnetou’ was the good protagonist
but then Karl May the resourceful author
had never been to places he simply studied in
~ Libraries ~
In the Army to my shame it was tactics and
strategic endeavours with bad Russians the
scapegoats mocked in cold wars heating up
little soldiers and regiments moved round in
~ The Sandbox ~
I renounced my allegiance as Hippies caught
up with me with flower power and grass roots
hair down to the hips rolling in the clouds and
muck of the times where right became wrong
~ Opposition is Duty ~
Che Guevara and Ho Chi Minh appealed when Mao
proposed to destroy what destroys us
when Marx and Freud knew it all and My Lai
glowed in agentic orange shadowed burns on her
~ Skin ~
Beach holidays followed with grain and salt ocean
dunes foreshores boundless sex near the tide line
breeze in our hair winds of change repressed
and tormented boxed in and neglected adapted
~ Establishment ~
As life passes by and remembrance projects in
present and future the stenosis of sand timers
narrows regulated trickles turns oases to desert
low lands to flood plains and money to greed
~ Paradise Lost ~
It is never too late to have a happy childhood
in which adults abide by young people’s wisdom
cast away pragmatic self-indulgence where youth
is no crime and rigid seniority is not in itself an
~ Achievement ~
I long for ‘Kalamatsch’ that does not muddy the
waters where sand is just sand when it runs through
my fingers where rain is not acid and I can create and
restructure thick planks into olive braches not restrained
~ Sandpits ~
Framed as enclosure’s restrictions misguided control of
surveiled subjugation of collateral damage skinned
dreams falsified in books burning but rather where the
dung of the peace doves makes me the shining statue of
~ Freedom ~ and ~ Kala ~
'Kalamatched' on 07th October 2016 and before
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016
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