Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
You must never kill
a lizard at dusk because
after an entire day of pretending
to be a fridge magnet,
gulping down
an unsuspecting insect,
darting from corner to cupboard
cupboard to wall-mounted television
wall-mounted television to open bookcase
open bookcase to clock
athlete, fashionista, newscaster, librarian,
the guy who keeps the clocks ticking,
calendars flipping,
gatekeeper doubling as doorman
he’s Lord of the Skies who
clambers up the ceiling to stop
the roof from collapsing
as he simultaneously plays
Pac Man games involving
Cats, Naphthalene, Camphor, UV light cages
he too —
as the cows come home
as the chickens to roost
he too
makes his weary way
to his corner den
grateful for having survived this day.
Just before
he spots the shadow of death
his last words will be
Damn–––––––––––––
Think, think before you kill a
lizard at dusk
and take away his chance at heaven.