THE HUMAN ANVIL

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  • Last of the Living

    @Unsplash Hoach Le Dinh


    I can hear the roots tear
    Across the breast of resting soil
    Like blind fingers, stretching the
    Depths of darkness,
    Those long forgotten by time
    For the hours; they fly only above the ground
    The black womb is all silence
    And frozen thoughts:
    Except those murmurs of memories
    Left by faded footsteps
    And shadows parched under the sun
    Of people who could not turn, away.
    I hear them too, their thoughts,
    In the leaves yawning with the wind
    And fruits falling with the same
    It’s bittersweet syrup; tears and sweat of toil gone unremembered
    A destiny dismembered
    Like roots they yearn no reason
    Nor do they desire
    The crystal sunlight reserved for carving men
    All that is needed for the flower to bloom
    And the fruit to bubble without bursting
    Is this truth soaked with pain
    That they stand alive and upright
    On the shoulders of hanging men

  • Tenants

    We both are tenants
    Trapped within the rubik cube love
    Shaped by our shoulders
    Resting against each other
    And there is no escape;
    For our landlocked lips
    Shifting like dry grass
    Under the music of sorrel wind
    Other than lying on different shores
    Waiting for the same tide
    To ferry us away
    Towards a sunset and a sunrise
    Splitting our world; two indifferent ways.

    You count the stars between your fingers
    And I vanish, like a thin piece of ice
    A spectre, yet unfound, in the jigsaw world
    Left alone to wander the newspaper streets
    Those daily retreats of hourly love
    Bought with midnight mascara and silk stockings
    Rubbed raw between the eyes and thighs
    Of mad men and maddening women
    Looking for a cheap trip to the paradise

    I hear the tea cup tinkle
    And know you have taken a sip
    Of the warm clove water
    Left upon the doorstep
    By the lonely wood worshipper
    Whistling for words
    And I am content that you did your prayer
    Much like my daily dead affair
    To show how much for each we care
    By being willfully unaware

    Thus there is food upon the table
    And smile upon our faces
    And though the roof is leaking
    And the floor is unswept
    And there are holes in our clothes
    And scarce money in our pockets left
    We know we shall scrounge through
    Past the ups and downs and ifs and buts
    Of everyday euthanization
    By lying wide awake
    Half dead with escapist desire
    In some strangers arms
    And murmuring through their skin
    The leftover vows
    We kept for ourselves
    By scribbling away the love
    Not meant for each other

  • The Wheel

    Forget the world
    Forget it ever existed for you
    And then watch one morning
    As the red sky slowly turns to blue
    For then you would know
    How true is the world
    And old her everyday design
    That began one day
    And remembered to stay
    Without you keeping the time

  • Through The Lips Of Living Ghosts

    I live my life
    Through those who lived before me
    And triumphed,
    For mine are eggshell victories
    Inchoate brush strokes of the blind
    Left behind, listening to the faceless sounds
    Dreamt by dead branches and wayside stones
    Alone in their darkness
    Wherein all ashes intone
    The pleasure of being burned alive
    Only to never feel, another touch of life.

  • Merciful Maladies

    There
    Upon the white winter brow
    Of an aged world
    I stand, like a cliff
    A black wound, unstitched,
    Filed with crowfoot and claws,
    Where my face without flesh
    Lingers in iodine
    So that under one pain I could forget
    The origin of another

  • The Magician’s Secret

    Love, come closer
    And you would see far too clear:
    The world with its mist of strings
    That makes most of us disappear

  • The Modern Man

    Fear the modern man
    He who appears fearless
    For not behind every ivory mask
    Smiles an ivory face
    This common tongue knows no plebiscite
    Only the commerce of castaway clothes
    Engraved hands peeling away skin
    Glued together in careless design
    Cast by careful masters
    They who knew that the heart of the heart of the heart
    Beats only once in a lifetime or never at all
    Fear the modern man
    The modern man
    Modern man

  • Little Bit Of Everything

    These verses I bind
    With threads in my mind
    Are cobwebs from corners
    I once failed to find
    So let it linger now and sway
    Like dewdrops in day
    Or beads of red rosary
    No monk holds to pray

  • Encore, Encore

    They walk alive
    In rigor mortis
    Of routine;
    The selfsame adventures
    Over and over
    Till memories are maimed
    Coagulated
    In an endless reel
    Of a single frame
    Until that very end
    When all goes black
    And it begins again
    Without palpable pause
    Amidst absent applause

  • Light From Another Star

    The tommorow lingers far,
    Like light from another star,
    And there is mist,
    With eyes in the middle,
    That speaks with tears,
    Of smoke and tar.

    I talk not of human,
    And their negligible nuisance of narcissistic necessity,
    Nor of the world with it’s viscous veracity,
    I speak of nectar, world of gods,
    Poets and paramours, artists and art,
    Of the innumerable sand,
    Dreaming upon the beach,
    And those stars falling every night,
    Who never truly reach.

    I speak of the brilliant acting dumb,
    The sensitive roughened numb,
    Blind men holding hands,
    Children without a stand,
    And oasis with scarlet seas,
    Gold honey, dead bees.

    I invoke the untamed,
    I call the wild,
    Into this land of frozen blood,
    Where once were sowed diamonds,
    Now remains but dried mud.

    I know, my voice is hoarse,
    And these sharp words are truly coarse,
    For I too am of your kind,
    The omniscient God without a mind.