Wound

Your full force was first raised against me

Let these spear-tipped streams
flow . . . my gullied eyes greening your fields
Let this crop of pain ripen,
You and I?  Let's
enjoin ourselves in friendship
Always! 
At dusk where the road forks
I ran into you. Before I knew what was happening,
you raped me. Then and there, witness of this cruel intimacy,
drops of virgin blood spread on the gravel of the crossroads
like an unclaimed corpse

At each moment
every day
be it morning or night
every minute
coming & going time & again
those stains return to me
my memory of you

Violation!

From the outset blazed as fire, pierced as a blade, But these days a mere touch, I've become the bush that raises up thorns, fangs for the cobra's deadly poison,
Like a tigress tamed in the circus,
a female snake soothed by the charmer's tune,
wound, so quickly was I transformed in you

Now you and I miser and money,
Tread upon me with all your thieves & robbers
For this is certain: you'll tire, not me!

Let the variegated wishes for life germinating in me
be winnowed by your stormy gusts.  Finish it!  Destroy!
Wound!  Maul and smother me
Lick me with your slathering flames
For I convert your force.  I'm hardened to it

Where you store your weaponry of thrust and violation,
I burrow and hide, grazed from all sides by your firing guns
flameburst upon flameburst everywhere in every corner

But it is surely so, violator
Your armory will be emptied --I will not
your armory will be emptied --I will not

Chot

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