Wednesday, 21 September 2011

ODE TO ERASED GRAFFITI [on Sigiriya]

Scattered archaeology:
tell me of heroic times,
tell me of battles and surrender,
the meeting of version
and tapestries that resulted.
Relate your War and Peace,
the matters of the state,
the governance of humours,
the reconciliation with frailties.
Architect, engineer, interior-decorator:
awake from the sleep of brick and mortar,
correct the flaws of transcription.
Brick-layer, etcher of fantasy, water-giver,
you most of all:
rise from the resurrection of madman and saint,
gather from dust and paint
the traces of footprint and obliteration,
and narrate in your choice of metaphor,
the meta-narratives of labour,
the sweat that didn't get told,
the wavering signature of heartache,
and where they paused to rest
in the gardens of paradise.
Tell me also, in song or silence,
In whisper or shout,
the terms of compensation,
the occupational hazards,
the loves of the depicter of beauty,
the irrelevancies so decreed
the texture of cooked incompatibilities,
the hiding place at wilting
of the flower-bringer's fragrance,
the questions never asked
contestations never articulated,
the story of submission and resistance,
those little pieces of meaning made meaningless.
Colossus,
artifact and monumental cultural objectification,
this is an incomplete petition
and poorly written
in the broken English that I know.
But list for me now
the names of all those things born of your womb:
the irreverent progeny edited out by historian,
the defiant woman who did not apply for a colour-line version,
the unhappy prince who could not purchase loyalty or love,
the supplier of pigment whose contract was terminated.
Record for me the things
that perhaps by-passed the passer-by
the regent of many coronations
and indeed his many political biographers,
for there's a broken heart whose million pieces lament,
whose sorrows gurgle incoherence
in subterranean banishment,
a sad, scattered piece of flesh and longing
that awaits breath
for breathing and resurrection.

1 comment:

  1. This is not an incomplete petition ...

    and it is very well written - using the lovely words/proper English you know.

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