The Idea Is To
The idea is to...
steep oneself in panacea
scriptures
when times seem too unbearable
irretrievable
finding solace in public place pageants
waving papier mâché penants
but not lingering too long in the cowed comfort of
feeling blameless
take courage then and return
to this tortured blighted
ephemeral existence
How else may you live
knowing nothing of what lies beyond
bad enough
while we’re here
too many things to worry about
time to get up
the effort to sleep long enough
remember
not long ago about four hundred million years ago
there were but twenty-two hours to the day
did the cavemen then sleep two hours less than we who see through our cataract lids the catharsis of the late-night Tolkien saga
the cleaning the endless cleaning to stay the smell the dirt the germs
the endless spliced and spiced nourishment
for the body the brain
the damned boredom
to look out for those we put on this earth
for those who put us on this uni-directional road
and for that
to strain to study find a job and climb on slippery backs to scale heights of O far too late comfort
that would give us a name fame be looked upon liked loved cherished admired glorified
followed remembered deified
by seven-day wonder blighters
fight for what is proclaimed Right
for the race for the nation
for the class caste community
lay down our lives for the faith
for our founding-fathers
mutilated families
who may choose to be born
chooses to die
the idea then is to seek relief
for as long as the cure us
sustains
and return to the fight to our diurnal plight
and hope in another four-hundred million years
we would evolve into highrise cavemen
needing no sleep
nor faith nor bonds of bloodied brotherhood
nor food nor sadist sex nor thoughts of selfhood
beings evolved beyond the gods
their descendants
our forefathers handed down to us
though on the way we may have laid waste
wreaked havoc with the contours on this ekedout earth
and all that stood in the way
of our will not to hold back yet another
monstrous bigoted world
July 2, 1997
From the privately pub. coll. (rev. 2016) : longhand notes (a binding of poems), 1999, 115p.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016
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