WORLD MAP

May night. Outside, the dark storm prowls
like a border patrol van.

I sleep uneasily, my eyes fall on the world
map, hung in the living room wall.

And lo !
All the continents have disappeared,
carried away like autumn leaves.

The oceans are now oceans of absence,
and this entire map - a map of ghostly emptiness.

Full of terror and dread inside, I drag
myself closer to that naked map, put my ears to it.

And straining hard, I heard again that deep
ancient humming filling a mother’s womb,

the same humming that holds together the oceans.

Geography blurred into pre-history blurred
into biology.

Just that humming, some sort of a starting point.

 
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UNFAIR

 

hanging on the rusty
wall nail,

my sad wrinkled 
trousers 

wondering what kind
of an accident

it must've been
to leave

them feeling so
amputated

and me so soundly
asleep

 

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