Of Taboos and Totems, They Rise and Fall

Where the sky
Slowly closes its daily eyes
And darkness falls
Into the wobbly breasts
Of the wind
The hibiscus jungle
Beats the silence
In slow straw pulse
Of flames
Like in a summer solstice...

Men and women
As if dissolving
Slowly in tapping feet
And musing muscles
Their praying hands rise
And fall slowly
In narcotic crescendo
Of beating drums -
The intoxicating air
Turns everything
Into voluptuous idols
Blackening so dimly
Into long ages of myth
In god's world
Of totems and taboos
Of unbeknownst

When the moon
Casts its own shadows
Everyday
The hibiscus jungle
Burns in fire
When they worship
And they pray
To their only god
For their right
To shade and shelter
Their right to hunger
And then
Marang Buru* comes
And wets their sands
In their easy sleep
Of dooms and darkness
To tear apart
The twilight of jungle

Yet everyday
Where their hunger dies
And their eyes
See the leafy soils
Of their god
Everyday they rise
And fall
In wobbly breasts
Of the wind :

Marang Buru hilla!**


*Forest god of the Santhalese tribe
**God is the saviour




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A poem about hope and despair in surrealistic style...
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1/4/2009 12:00:00 AM
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