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Friday, April 25, 2014

NOT FOR THE SHEPHERD



(For the childhood of animal fables)

The shepherd arrived
At the cave entrance
In search of the lost lamb.
There, ancestors lay interred
In immemorial urns.
Metals shards and stone pieces
Lay scattered,
Marking ages -
He discovers nothing.

Footprints of the tiger
That went inside
Had torn his heart.
Would the sharp fangs
Have pierced the tender flesh?
Beyond the darkness of
Primordial monuments,
Sleep-walking through
The smell of antiquity,
In the magic mirror of prayers
He beholds it thus:
Beyond the heart of darkness
In the green planes of morning rays,
A blind-man’s buff on.

May he not wake up
Into the dampness of clotted blood !.
What's better for the shepherd
To behold
If not the tiger and the lamb

Gamboling together !

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