I am
The light of the world
If I can
Shine on
A little longer
These are
The hot winds of hell
I’m not so much
The burning beacon
As the smoke
That harms less


I have
The confidence of a survivor
A habitual
Idiot, a liar, a scavenger
On the open road
I’m the avenger
Elsewhere I’m abetting the crimes
I wonder whether
Thought precedes action
Or the other way round
I do not much put
My feet on the ground
My anthropology
Is of going from quasi-hunter
To the regurgitating kind


I am
The king of Calcutta
The lord of the crows
With them I hold court
And unleash chaos on
This city of mice and men


I’ve learnt
To say what I want
But I’ve forgotten
The bit about learning
I’ve seen
The spots on moon
And think I prefer
The darkness of its waning