Magazine article New Internationalist

"A Beautiful Prospect"

Magazine article New Internationalist

"A Beautiful Prospect"

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A BEAUTIFUL PROSPECT

by Sudesh Mishra

A fish plops into the minting river; Our sovereign, the sun, has found his cortege. We live in a time of death; the fever, The ague of life is there at every stage,

At every stage the dread of officers With 'defect slips' inscribed on their faces, And casket - makers who smile like lechers At the obituaries in tomorrow's papers.

We live in an age of wrath, where even The humble faucet salivates beyond Salvation, and the secular heaven Is caviar - talk with the local beau monde.

This is the era of dark acquiescence, Of traitor and yes - man, of human skulls That rhyme across the tyrant's shelf. The dark sense Of such dark scenes invades our dancing halls

And our shopping malls - till perforations Shape your child's dreams of cheddar and Chile. And still the rain pitchforks, and still relations Arrange for endless vacations in Sydney.

And we who engage from cool balconies The reef - lathering sea and think ourselves Hapless castaways (while others drag their knees To the parapets of their migrant selves),

Have endured the terror of Gothic potholes, And resent those who leave Sukuna Street For basement flats and nights in cabs with Poles Looking for pogromed fathers, and their feet. …

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