T Wignesan Poet Dramatic Monologue

Prizes For Ultimate Sacrifices - Part Two

Prizes for Ultimate Sacrifices                             

           is there a prize for living

                        for caring 

                                for doing what is right 

                                           for waiting for the end without making it come any nearer

                                                for not trying to opt out and away from the responsibility of pure common sense for not believing in the dogma of resurrection heaven and hell for not assuming there may be something else on the other side waiting a prize a new favoured life a higher caste a place at the right hand of the Heavenly Father how about the Heavenly Mother in everlasting peace and plenty in an idyllic existence forever and ever not wanting not caring with the temperature controlled by mammoth air-conditioners the gorgeous meals prepared and served by angels from Maxim’s or the ending of the ending endgame through Brahminic moksha liberation forever and ever by joining up with the Atman the Godhead unborn undying forever and ever and who the hell cares if there was a Big-Bang or if there is going to be a Big-Crunch and whether there are laws physical laws governing everything the four fundamental laws of the universe the universe not having a beginning before time nor where all the material came from the trillions of trillions of trillions of trillions of trillions of centillions of megatons to the square root of 32 of hydrogen helium carbon particles particles within particles and particles within unseeble and unknowable particles which way do the Blackholes suck and into what universes those that are parallel how many billions are there of them and those that are continuous in what direction and for how long can we ever see them with huge Hubble telescopes perched on the edges of spinning galaxies

is there any prize for knowing
                                  at the very last moment the truth
                  whoever comes back to set things right or even to semer la pagaille who cares to set the yang and the yin apart and stop the conflict forever and ever from the surface of our planet whatever happens elsewhere not being our concern who has come back to bring to justice his murderer who his deprecator who her rapist her child-abuser who his constant oppressor traitor swindler brutaliser who who who  WHO...


April 2, 1997 –From the collection : longhand notes (1999)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016

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