By Aditya Shankar
And the insect haters, repellent sprayers, broom
wielders will eventually reside beneath soil:
the second life. The hand that swats thy loved
ones will lie defenseless. Time of cockroaches
and oppressed shall arrive.
Soil will erode like the layers of sandwich. The
one who seeks will traverse its depth. The one
who licks the world shall know and conquer.
Our itchy legs shall crawl and penetrate the fire
in the flesh and the temptation of the wood coffin.
He who comes digging for forefathers and lost
cities shall tremble at our conquest and return to
house of darkness, referred hereafter as hell.
Punish them with your touch. Tease them
with your shadow. Crawl in their nightmares.
Appear as rarely as God among sinners.
And when you take an avatar, infest his cup-
board and attic with the thousand children you
beget. Fear shall have no face.
The army of your lineage shall be the
messenger of colour. Fire, soil, and life beneath
shall have your shade.
Eat the sleep of men and women from whose
country, the messenger never returns.
Bore holes in their books and clothes. Plough their
notions until they turn into roads that lead nowhere.
Aditya Shankar is a Pushcart and Best of the Net nominated Indian poet, flash fiction author, and translator. His work has appeared in international journals and anthologies of repute and translated into Malayalam and Arabic. Books: After Seeing (2006), Party Poopers (2014), and XXL (Dhauli Books, 2018). He lives in Bangalore, India.