You are on auction
Half a century after
The floods plundered Bhola

Her stretched linen
Serviced future PoWs
To rift valleys

Heartstrings deployed to
Suture
Paddy fields

Factories
evacuated at
Half-mast to your father’s funeral

You learned
To fold your arms,
To accommodate session jams

To crack the whip
At state television
Lunchtime specials

To manicure
Irrigation channels,
Subways to withstand the dearth of coverage

To employ mid-water trawls
Ensnaring currents
Impaired of Capital

The 90s engender
Fairy tales at zero point,
Sandbags are extinct,
A homecoming

Cock hammer spur
Burn tariffs
Fiefdoms sound the clash of luminaries,
Charcoals commissioned
To daub a new people’s hegemony

Bunkers rehabilitate
Into college sweethearts
Into handshakes built on swampland
Into fangs monopolizing betrayal
Into balms flirting with the cantonment budget
Into midwives courted by centenaries of resistance
Peeling rinds of delta, re imagining time zones, seeding clouds for latitude– platoons patronizing orphaned coastlines, sights charring helicopter money

Can I borrow your table manners?

Artist: Unknown

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