A FALCON OF UNKNOWN MESSAGES

Sometimes on the street
A lonely ray passes through
A half smile, signs of the secret rivers
Flowing under your skin
Rising up for a moment
To change the sheen, a flapping of the eyelid
Taking one into the maze of the as yet undiscovered
And a sandstorm of passion and rage
The fumbling,
Confusion,
Quarantining, medics prescriptions,
A thousand voices that had opened up a world inside
A hidden wave emerging from nowhere
That bends one and throws him under.
The long kicks of a blocked half-back
Language chasing its own barriers
A speed of thought
A stampede, shouts and abuses
Tell tale vehicles
Probing sounds and devices
Of a million mouthed saviour
And his tentacles garnered from everywhere
Moving about
Turning everything and everyone
Inside- out.
And the antagonists recourse to
Hell fire
And scorching everyday doses of innuendo-
But there was a fire in so many hearts
One that could not be put out
And wafts of smell that came from everywhere
Going places
And a flower that had grown too large
To be hidden
The need for long walks
A faltering, dis-ease
Trips in crowded trains
Discussions at the toddy shops
Trucks and bus loads of mindless abuses
Resistances to the household boxing pits
Where brother was pitted against brother
And sister against sister.
The cafes and places where
Fascists lunged at Lovers
Forbidding the primal
Need for each other
And veils that hid our joyous togetherness

In oppressive times
From sniffing watchdogs.

Unknown deaths, aplenty,
Without reason
Sometimes medical, sometimes in accidents that suicided
The society
For a mad-dog spirit
And schisms that were raised up
By the dog-trainers of plenty
And the holy threads of purity
With their masters in the arms trade
And their wicked Gitas of fratricide
That had spread its legs over
Egalitarianisms head.

But the touch of God's grace
And the people's spartacus spirits
The songs of the sirens
The snakes dances
Baldwin's and Ra's rastas
Appachan's and Gurus tracks
All those various strands
That could not be erased
Of 'a love supreme'
And amidst the worst house arrests
A sun that still shined on
With the clipped wing of freedom
That kept on growing back.

The play of everyday sheens
On the mouth of things
Would still draw a kiss
And a gay dance outside decorum
Would flick a grenade into tall towers of drudgery.

There were skirmishes, people thrown out
Gates that closed in on themselves
Shit tracks of funereal culture
Skeleton's that came out of every closet
And the skinning and hanging of  men on the pole of shame.
The bubbles that could only find their way up to the surface,
Suffocated,
Had started envying the fishes that could move about
At the deep bottoms.
The gypsy feet with its firm tendons
And the turtles speed
All those things that vied for significance/ signification
Trips taken around many a corner
And the Power's adminstration of libido and responses
The cat and mouse games
That made out people into administrative categories
With doubts cast even on their basic human worth.
Cinema wars and war machines
Snging a lullaby
For the drone  and the embedded  wasps sting
Along with mosquito feet that kept
Alighting and moving off..

But the painted bruise had lost its palor
And become insensitive
To remain in painting
In robins, minnows and so on.
Sometimes the shadow of as yet unspoken words
Were thrown on the walls of a catacomb
Marking the slow penance of becoming something else, someone.

In the night
A hand that held her hand
Without ever having held it
A desire that broke loose from tether
And made a wild gesture in the air
A touch on the toe
Or its lack
A kiss of the mind
To the other
Over and above the turbulance.
Dances in the making
And a darkness
Like never before.