Leaves off the Grass

Published in Cafe Dissensus, August 2020

Pluck the leaves off the grass.
What remains?
The stalks – bare green veins
that will not cover the Earth

Brown, red, black, white is the dust.
Dust unto Dust; under Dust, to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer and – sans End!

Green is the grass that grows to hold the Earth,
to give life, to give birth to life,
to perpetrate mankind.

The Martian landscape reddened,
unforgiving, unhistorical, inhospitable,
Did it hate life? Did it know life?

Did it also statues, edifices of the past, break
till the whole landscape,
mutilated by the blood of the unheard,
of the untried, cave into sands
that wiped out life?

Pluck the leaves off the grass
and weep for what will not be…

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Erasing History

First Published in Cafe Dissensus

Erase, erase the past
Bring history down with an axe

The incarnadine reds
drenched in blood
reduced the hallowed
to decapitated dust

That was almost a century ago.
It’s done. Over. Gone.

Now coloured with cinder
drowns the darkened head
in a riverbed of
Christopher Columbus.

Brought down by
cyber-armed anger
that breaks, burns, tears
in manic rage

Lalon watches history repeat –
The red liberators reborn to deface, to erase the past.
The Fakir sings among the wandering stars…

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Crimson & more…

(Published in Cafe Dissensus, 17th May, 2020)



The sky never dies
never falls sick
never splits

It stretches from end to end
uniting man, space,
birds and beasts
with its silent song

interrupted by thunder
calling out to the lightning
to strike, strike out
the Darkness of the rainclouds
that drain pattering
the Earth till drenched

with the wetness of the sky,

it springs back to life.

The grass grows green on both sides of
the national divide separating mankind,

Serrated, till gun violence creates a Splash of Red.

The sun sets in the West.


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