Apologies to T.S. Eliot
‘I should have been a pair of ragged claws.’
Go on, then. Why don’t you? Be the best
pair of tatty claws the world has ever seen.
Or at least use those damn claws as coffee spoons—
measure your life or foresee your future
in a handful of roasted beans! Why don’t you?
Ich bin krank und müde of these unreal
conversations, of this elliptic/elliotic poetry.
All months are cruel for us, not just April—
& those darn claws! Scuttling/screaming across
the floors of dead human seas. The whole world
now prepares itself for a long sleep, smothered
by the slimy fingers of a natty virus, stretching,
yawning—an etherized end spreading this evening?
Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2021-05-03 at 17:15
Tags Eliot  Covid  Life
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