Three Poems Keki Daruwalla on being asked to write about birds and trees in iraq No matter how the desert shuffles between the two waters no matter how blood flows in Mesopotamia now or how the young die with bomb-belts around their waists so that the street itself turns into grapeshot. No matter how many sandbags enclose nervous machine guns no matter how the fire engine clangs and the ambulance screams dates will sprout and cluster around palm trees and the kingfisher dressed in lapis lazuli will float and flutter over the Tigris and his warped image will struggle and shiver in the water. [End Page 114] migrant notes They are scribbled on scrapsthe blank sides of a calendar I have,just torn March, it wasn't much of a spring anyway.There they were, roadside, looking for a water tap.The first call to North Block, "Sir, migrants onthe road." "Is it a traffic problem,have they crowded the motorway?""They're walking on the side, Sir,looking for a shade they can't find." a demolition in nagaon found poem, May 22, 2022 Police party chances upon Shafiqul Islamand wants ten thousand rupees and a duck.Shafiqul Islam can't meet the demands.He is taken to Batadraba Police Station.(Where else can the fatigued party take him?)"Phone your people, arrange duck and money."Wife comes running with duck, minus money.Police beat Shafiqul in front of wife.She rushes, arranges money and returns.She's told he is in Nagaon Civil hospital.In hospital she's told he is in morgue.Hundreds gather—what does one do withthis thick density of population?Dead Shafiqul is brought to Batadraba.Mob and police scuffle, then mob burnspolice station, one thing mobs are good at.Two policemen injured.SP says "three miscreants arrested.''That doesn't mean from the police party."Authorities ask bulldozers to bring down the homesof people who burnt Police Station."End of incident. [End Page 115] Copyright © 2022 University of Hawai'i Press
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