¦¦¦ masks and metamorphoses of ¦¦¦¦¦ Native Son
¦¦¦
¦¦¦ icy evil ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ravished ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ into madness
trapped ¦¦¦ in violence of a punished self
struggling to break free.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
he fled his name, became the quarry of
his own obsessed pursuit.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ swinging those chicks
in the hot rose and reefer glow.
His injured childhood bullied him.
He skirmished ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ cannibal flowers of the American Dream--
but could not hurt the enemy
powered against him there.
(Blackout of El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz (Malcolm X) by Robert Hayden)
a strobe of flashing lights and the
smell of smoking cordite filled the
leaden night
the brush brush brush of silent velcro
and cocking guns and their knobbled sons (grenades)
rolled like severed heads bouncing in the rain
a choir of startled starlings flapped and flew
like bankers new with profit, up towards the diamond sky,
peace on earth goodwill to muscled thighs and skirmished
upper decks of barrels, flushed and hot from bullets bouncing
from the necks of uninvited robbers, dressed in black ...
now disrupted from their grim toil
and outside, witness to this merry hell...the watchers wait
with covered mouths and fibrillating hearts, protected by an
armoured car, while a thousand blue-bottle police
eager for promotion, scamper through the carrion
walkway, keen to be on TV
ah!...what's this?... a glimpse of death pervades the scene,
a limp bag of shattered bone and failed hopes brought to bear
we see,
his crime today, will not pay
The moon breathes motion,
choreographed slivers of silver
parting inhaled memoirs of
you (blanketed in chips of rays)
and me (daintied in drowned damsels)
We drift together protected by
layers of skirmished words
thawed upon mist of morning
wants and dread of darkness
breaking once unbreakable needs
The flimsy pulse of distance
hides the beats within our song
as the tap-tap-tapping carries
sound beneath silent shores
of untraveled fleshy touches
Met on a journey
shared nothing
he just a coup d'oeil
she gave noa glance
he was too annoying creature
she was quiet and feisty
sparks flew but wasnt any fireeyes met, talks shared
silences heard and departed....
coincidentally encountered again And separated
weirdly skirmished destiny or what dont know made them meet
brushed again,
silences broke,
words formulated,
both stunned
she more than him.. may be...
flummoxed on each other
she questioned nature
he unfazed
shadows or reflections unknowingly known;
silences began to understand; may be
miles untravelld yet
hindrances infinite
mysteries unsolved
mazes of "why" but no answers
no clue where destination is.......
do paths lead to same or different terminus....
time will tell.
meanwhile whichever end awaited...
he willl keep alluring girls or will she be wary?
answers unknown
just time will reveal all
and guide travellers.....
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