The spectacle was as loud as day,
but the sky was naught, just the sun:
Severed hands and severed heads
hung like bags of memory over
straight walled corridors;
the phalanx of stacked days
left as we arrived
and carried with, able bodies —
those velvet leashed blokes;
and when the quiver of their groans
came in visiting sums, the night-guard
swung his arm to kill:
‘The bloody mosquitoes’,
shuffled his buttocks on the chair
and let the strings of drool
puddle up.
PERSONAL COMMODITY IN A POST-TRUTH WORLD
A lot of territorial dogs is what we are.
The bog that smears clear
ear wax for a couple sways of
the butcher’s hand on the clock
before tucking it under our tongues;
the grandeur of it’s value,
the drugging of release
in bias that solidifies
under the slow drip of saliva
until you start to slurp
pasty words
like the pasty wax,
in a pasty world
the struggles through sieves;
we plug ourselves in —
containing the diarrhea
of syllables and associations,
where discourse is uncanny so we gas it up,
wish for it to whittle down,
diffuse —
All from the paste from our left ears
while the right is plugged,
eyes homed in on binaries.
All wax then you chew,
like personal commodity,
a lotion of soothing temperature,
a vapour, then naught.
STASIS
Thinking is futile,
fury is god;
fermented fruits
fall to the ground.
Shooting balls of saliva,
the senile stay in grey;
the golden mean has passed,
the new mean must stay.
Hold the haughty stance,
hold your idols close,
flay the moral man,
flayhis moral god.
QUIESCENCE
Metaphors could line the back alleys
of distraught kingdoms,
casting rebels buzzing like bees
around intruding hornets,
productive unrest spreading like a plague,
not person to person,
By the hectare.
–
But we dream and suck on nectar.
About these poems:
Slinking from issue to issue in allegories, Satyendra attempts here to capture not merely the roots of what common consensus calls tyranny, but to also include the aspect of the more-often-than-not mute masses.
Bionote
Satyendra Nair is a student of English Literature in Mumbai. He is an alumnus of BTL: Silk Routes at the University of Iowa and has previously been published in Serenading the Muse, an anthology of poetry. In between poems, he consume
