Saturday, October 17, 2009

bhopal memorations

this is their body

or
not

is
a
single
charred

dangled
chemical
pulsing

at
the
pit

a
cyanide
butterfly
almond

at
the
coccyx

a
maruti
in
bhopal


this
revelation,

punishment

has
vanished

been,
oblivionated

been,
made
to
rest

in
a
cold

amortized

sinking


arresting



respiration.


2.
build a permanent river & they will come.

they missed being schoolchildren

& felt a longing

waves & rigid waves share

and chat share & chat.

looking out the corner of the eye they

are all puppets transforming more

and more transforming.

felt a longing for those wounded for those
smeared.

the river is everywhere persisting

houses built of drugs perimetered in barbed wire
doctors everywhere asthmatic themselves.

those african women & their fistulas
those dump sites those chemical overspills

those large long highways that take you away from
these mines these sowetos
these girls with strange hairloss

this id of sewage that bewilders this

inertia this soil's tenured evil


a group of teenage boys kick the 3 legged tabby

incineration zinc copper Al


towns that are but moral
legal fictions tax shelters

all entrepreneurs now

the old man does not say a word but he is crying.


this prison was a high school once and
a catholic church before


accelerating cycles of
real estate speculation.

could be st louis could be ahmedabad


the children run laughing with
broken legs bleeding
gums teeth but lumps


the heat the bear made me do it.


mules & hogs rule this town sewage flowers

slo mo riots fumes in the classroom


music nor sport will save

the other day dhoni speaks and the elders cry
at being nationally filmed

children run with stolen microphones.


so easy to lose
a child forever the streetlights are
broken its been dark here
forever in winter
the sun is down by 4

toilets kept dirty
to be used for needles


no exit from prowling teens

only more and more and more
liquor stores fast foods lotteries

if you live till 30 you might be tired enough to wish out.


if killed by the other street's gang there
is the pleasure else why jail for killing
random already superterrified stranger
over shoes that do not fit enough

weeds grow out of his old sepia

watch the children at play & sleep & in their breathing
they are still human

even in the enormous ugly enormously ugly
school more runaways at ratios of 2 to 1
than finish school

india will do an america on america the
horror the terror ism of it


the lone child paints geometry a permanence
of waste of overcrowd of truancy of mists
of tears only 10 and his game is
over never seen a mapled
college not even on tv a deep
inbreeding panic barely describably
despairing they listen to cricket
in the police station detonate me
another building down daddies dead or
collapsed in asthma or just so tired
so bare.

low hanging fruit outlier statistic of development
money is not what works for these
"people"

all irony & madness conspire in
this remedial democracy

the rest of the country only lives in that
b&w tv. think of what you can reasonably
live to see imagine happen even by
the 2200s.

social forms of loudly silent loudly
mute total disrepair.

every building mocks a tree a river

a gray slate of a future unfathomably
...

bad cops happen to good people
in a sad blue tv nightwarmth

the tv media is only aaaaaargh

tears mark their eyes their anger in
their other language

the electronic acronyms of whose future bars
simple ritualizations of ambition

cent per cent equality is cent per cent expensive!
child soldiers are easier to kill give the bellied man
a lathi & red lited jeep these
raids will not be tele vised

there is no language anymore monster & aliens
seem to thinned of savor long ago

separated and un-equalled and moreover
skinned

health care being not a constitutional right...

the water is stagnant the day hot the street crowded
the rains will come fast flow fast it being so

beautiful everywhere around if you look not that far

trimmed lawn look up the lights bouncing off
clean kitchen floors the horizon so wide
so opened stretch your arm

render life

outside and everywhere-

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