Poem 1
How do we fall
on cardboard mattresses
and drunken hopes:
confident in delusions
and stumbling, making fools of ourselves,
happy we are warm, forgetful in stupor,
and yet we are sober.
this is a convoluted way of expressing my belief that humans can be so inhibited by their interpretation of events that they make decisions that are foolish, or trust in things that will only crash and fail, and they are not even drunk.
Welcome to India
Accusing fingers point at the sky
the sacred god is dead:
his ribs stand as bloody monuments
skeletal fingers holding the gulls,
feeding the dogs, giving of himself:
The god who ate trash and human remains.
There is another god, practicing economics
chewing the cud of his brothers body.
His skin draped on his emaciated bones,
covered in sores: he is as toxic
as the beliefs of his worshippers.
In case you did not notice, this is about cows. This was the article which inspired the last one http://www.chinasmack.com/2010/pictures/filthy-india-photos-chinese-netizen-reactions.html
Also "the white tiger" had quite an impact on me http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_White_Tiger
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