Barbecued Nights

Smell of burning flesh spreads in the air
spiced with a diabolic lust
acrid smoke curls up towards a non-existent heaven
as if seeking an answer to a question
she has been asking since time immemorial
Why was I born at all?

Severed limbs with mutilated feminine insides
buried hastily in an indifferent earth
in the dark hours
after a scrumptious feast
of palatable female bodies
by drooling demented diabolic phallic power
In the dark hours
her soul, asphyxiated, whispers
Why was I born at all?

What use is stale food
when, bellies full, they retire for the night
only to wake up the next day
and prepare to go hunting for a new plateful
of appetizing female flesh
still available in abundance
This is why she was to be born.

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About Madhumita Ghosh

Studied at Jadavpur University, Calcutta, India. M.A. M.Phil Ph.D in English. Associate Professor in a degree college affiliated to Calcutta university. Love reading, writing poems and short stories. Translation is another passion Have translated English Romantic poetry to Bengali and Tagore poems to English.

3 thoughts on “Barbecued Nights

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    “Barbecued Nights” is of necessity a taut and visceral work.It pulls no punches,it is unencumbered by any pretensions.There is something of Tony Harrison’s ” V ” beating at the heart of this poem.


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