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mggandhi
April 29th, 2004, 01:19 AM
1.
MY MURDERER'S FACE

Hurrying to the holes
to breathe poison-free air
away from the stench
of dead bodies littered all over,
vultures hovering above,
the smog clouds on the run.

I scream for succour,
amidst the debris I look for a crown;
with every burst
a cathedral tumbles down.

Among the rubble
the countless stars,
that once twinkled
and cheered,
in blind stare
mock and shock.

In their speechless eyes
I see my barbarity,
my murderer's face.


2.
THE INVISIBLE JURY

My shadow is growing larger,
its umbilical cord is becoming invisible
and it is seen walking with giant steps
encompassing the earth and heaven.

I watch it merge into a life-cloud,
sink into the Milky Way.

A giant fish, leaping up and down,
collides against the rim of a fleet
on an espionage mission.

Writing my name in darkness
in lettering of fire,
the idea crosses my mind -
my moment has come.

I close my eyes to pray.
Suddenly, lifted by a tide,
I become part of the longest current
sweeping across the waters.

I feel I am on some other planet,
transported by a light beam.

From within the life-cloud
someone appears on the screen.

Jutting out from a crystal ball,
making ‘V’ sign pointing north,
suddenly I fall into a spell,
my shadow confronts me with a grin:
“Are you the one who have devastated
the land and the sea,
spread pollution everywhere
making the planet uninhabitable?”

I feel the poison enter my being—
my throat choked,
my voice lost,
my sight blurred.

“See this woolly, exquisitely wrought,
silken layer of ozone
showing up patches here and there.
Aren’t you the one who punctured it?”

The verve of the tone is electrifying,
the accumulated guilt of all my sins
rises up in my fevered brain,
a heavy load weighs me down.

Other shadowy figures join in
pointing their bayonets at me.
“O Gosh! I am ruined”, I say to myself.
Then from the jury someone thunders:
“Aren’t you who enacted Cheronobyl and Bhopal?
How long have you been in this life-killing trade,
making poisonous gases for chemical war,
exploding the atom and the nuclei
to unleash annihilation on earth
and the outer space,
to efface life from the cosmic womb?”
The scroll of my crimes is too long.
“Punishment for each one of them
is eternal damnation”, the jury thunders.
The nightmarish shadows swirl in my brain
and I taste the hellish pain.

I carry a time-bomb tied to my waist.
I feel like pushing the button
to outwit the insistent inquisition
but the fear of instant death restrains me.

I picture doomsday
staring at me.
My whole cerebral mechanism,
unable to bear the load,
breaks down.

I suffer brain hemorrhage,
go into a coma,
but they will not let me die;
in an instant they revive.
Again In am before the jury,
dumbfounded,
pleading guilty, unable to defend.

hear a knock at the door.
The milkman wakes me up
from my nocturnal session
with the invisible jury.

Madan G. Gandhi
President, Gandhi Earth Vision Foundation

Gandhi Earth Vision Foundation (http://gevf.exactpages.com)

choppy
April 29th, 2004, 12:54 PM
Are you posting this for critque?

Holbrook
April 29th, 2004, 01:29 PM
Nope, Choppy, he already knows its the best in the world so our opinion doesn't mean a thing.....

JRMurdock
April 29th, 2004, 01:38 PM
Well, it is Earth day today.

Rocket Sheep
May 3rd, 2004, 12:31 AM
Ozone is wooly? Hmmmm... careful... the sheep will get the blame.

I put on my best feminist science fiction poetry reading voice and I can't keep the rythym going on these.

Shehzad
May 3rd, 2004, 04:11 AM
Its always the Sheep's fault.

ravenus
May 3rd, 2004, 08:30 AM
I could bet a fortune this guy is an undergrad. It's the sort of lame stuff that filled the college magazine :yawn:

Shehzad
May 3rd, 2004, 06:04 PM
I hereby nominate Wilfred Owen as the best antiwar poet. Go read Dulce et Decorum Est or Anthem for Doomed Youth if you're interested.

Rocket Sheep
May 3rd, 2004, 06:25 PM
There are snippets of the above that strike chords but second poem is completely unbelievable.

Milk vendors who home deliver? Outrageous! Preposterous! :rolleyes:

Julian
May 3rd, 2004, 06:51 PM
“O Gosh! I am ruined”, I say to myself.


:p This reminds me of one of my favorite books - Bert Fegg's Nasty Book for Boys and Girls

This is something concocted by a few of the Python gang, and contains all sorts of nonsense, including The Famous Five Go Pillaging, which starts like this:

Bill and Enid were were coming back through Tadger's Field when suddenly they saw the collapse of Roman Imperialism.
"Gosh," said Bill.

Great stuff.

On a more serious note - Shehzad's right. Wilfred Owen is, I believe considered to be just about the most arresting and poignant anti-war poet ever to grace this earth. But I'd be willing to cast my vote on behalf of that strange and troubled genius Ezra Pound - thinking of Hugh Selwyn Mauberly here, amongst other things.