In the dark of the moonless night
There’s one more deliberate accident
Smoke from the crowded pyre shrouds
Murder most foul and imprudent
The human sacrifice is bathed and ready
Down the red streets we chant so steady.
Sharpening, the still-bloody sword
Intones mildly a demonic melody
Bloodshot eyes see nothing peculiar
In angels and devils perishing together
A black tongue tolls the bell
And crowns the new king in fear.
Bloodless cadavers start to compose
Formidable songs in the sand
Sleepwalking vultures feed so glad
Poking holes into still-breathing flesh
Black hawks and white doves together
Lie three deep on the battlefield.
They all die, they all cry,
They all light their own pyres.
Copyright ©2008 Arnab Kumar Choudhury
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