Poem
Sudesh Mishra
The Black Pagoda: Konarak
The Black Pagoda: Konarak
The Black Pagoda: Konarak
The Statesman on Nicolae Ceausescu.Another brute, another revolution.
Always we favour the grenade solution.
A tour of the Sun Temple won’t stop a coup
In some piddling Calypso Republic.
All our monuments are monstrosities.
The blood of serfs sustains our royal trees.
So what if each plinth is in precise cubic
Feet? I have learnt to measure human art
Through the eyes of slaves in a carrion cart.
© 1994, Sudesh Mishra
From: Memoirs of a Reluctant Traveller
Publisher: CRNLE and Wakefield Press, Adelaide
From: Memoirs of a Reluctant Traveller
Publisher: CRNLE and Wakefield Press, Adelaide
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The Black Pagoda: Konarak
The Statesman on Nicolae Ceausescu.Another brute, another revolution.
Always we favour the grenade solution.
A tour of the Sun Temple won’t stop a coup
In some piddling Calypso Republic.
All our monuments are monstrosities.
The blood of serfs sustains our royal trees.
So what if each plinth is in precise cubic
Feet? I have learnt to measure human art
Through the eyes of slaves in a carrion cart.
From: Memoirs of a Reluctant Traveller
The Black Pagoda: Konarak
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