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Dead Man Living
I looked at the statue at Cyprus
One that was invaded by Turks;
Someday the principal was an invader
A very stout personality I never knew.
I wondered & imagined stories I weaved
An ancestor of mine who could never knew me;
Probably he could have been a better poet without arms
Maybe we could have shared the same dynasty after ages.
But he could not have composed on bronze then
And could not be vandalized of cultural legacy;
Pirates from all ages could not mean scribes of any kind
They are the subjects of our cryptic art that need no museums.
Better he attained immortality & descended on the statue
He could not be distinguished on the basis of the brown metal;
Another brown poet may be born of my genes
I maybe like some Uncle John who divorced with art sometime ago.
One that was invaded by Turks;
Someday the principal was an invader
A very stout personality I never knew.
I wondered & imagined stories I weaved
An ancestor of mine who could never knew me;
Probably he could have been a better poet without arms
Maybe we could have shared the same dynasty after ages.
But he could not have composed on bronze then
And could not be vandalized of cultural legacy;
Pirates from all ages could not mean scribes of any kind
They are the subjects of our cryptic art that need no museums.
Better he attained immortality & descended on the statue
He could not be distinguished on the basis of the brown metal;
Another brown poet may be born of my genes
I maybe like some Uncle John who divorced with art sometime ago.
Published 19th Sep 2013
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19th Sep 2013 2:18pm
Hope you won't mind if I ask you what this means:
Probably he could have been a better poet without arms
Your poem is somewhat cryptic and I don't want to misinterpret your message. Thanks...
Probably he could have been a better poet without arms
Your poem is somewhat cryptic and I don't want to misinterpret your message. Thanks...
20th Sep 2013 10:36pm
i've seen the statue in the museum ages ago. It still gives me the chills.
Your poem brings justice to it. Thank you.
Your poem brings justice to it. Thank you.
One day I would sit with you & like to hear you about this statue. I was reading a bit on the newspaper as to how the Dutch government decided to return the stolen idols of the 17th century to the museum. It made me feel sad about an art & its artist & then I started thinking about war for capital in the olden eras, their brutality & how poetry could have been a heal/ peace in lieu of some weapon art. I may be cryptic but surely poetic...Thanks for the appreciation:)
