Go kiss the sphinx,
Primordial elemental fury
Rages, razes all into oblivion…
Wrath billows up
Fatal foam frothing in the mouth,
Shakes its watery locks,
Innards of terrain crackle
As matchbox dreams crumble down…
Go lie in a pyramid,
Bow down
Be ashamed,
You, self-devourer…
Retreat
And
Re-live your past.
“you,the self-devourer”- well this phrase naturally throws in an element of curiousity as to who could it be . Keeping the flood-gates open the poem obviously is profuse with enough fire to keep it sizzling.
A poem has certain innate advantages over other literary art forms, the key one being that of compression. Whoever the subject of the narrative might be , the reader is left in no doubt as the exposition is delivered in the manner of a Shakesperian excerpt.
Dear Louis I accept that as a compliment. thank you. The master we all look up to, admire and follow….I am honoured indeed.
A kind of self-admonition and self-analysis….we seem to be on the path of regression and it’s high time we rectify our ways. Thanks Lokesh Roy, your in-depth study of the poem is very much appreciated.