This poem is a repost, because I had deleted it by mistake when I was trying to find space for a translated poem, "Incapability". This is a sarcastic poem in two parts which represent two types of persons we cannot approve of.

Apostles of the New Age

1. To the Apostle of Killing Degeneration

Thunderlight had startled your eyes like an ape's,
and the ministers you ushered into a dungeon
as if drugged by your doctrine of cool degradation,
(elsewhere in the Sundarbans it's thought about
in frightened honey-collectors' sagas of conquest) :
as bad omens like numerals dawned on your eyes,
emasculated hopes dwindled and clogged you
all, all of you at every ill-starred turn you took.
Confused as you were, you preached coves'
struggle as futile in that Delta's thick mangroves,
not the evils degenerated spirits and the militia did
nor the lilt of a calm neurotics syncopated
the pilgrims of indifference limping by inches;
Lord, you drove back through Purgatory to Hell.

2. To the Apostle of Absolute Malice

All of a sudden like a swarm of African killer-bees,
you came up buzzing all around me harshly
the diamond-hard apostle of absolute malice,
the lord of the scoundrels, of bloody scavengers,
and of curt diplomats in the ministry of malice.
Yes, it was the unruffled air that filled with vowels
and consonants slaving at your arrival. I felt
fear banging down my spine, and saw your eyes,
blood-shot and always eager for the kill,
watching me soak my glittering sweat with a towel
and resting by sorrows and grief my allotted sacks.
Later as I sank under the weight of one big sack,
a grin on your lips bloomed like a white lotus;
Lord, it's so kind of you letting it flash like a flower.

Poetry by Sofiul Azam
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Written on 2005-10-14 at 12:29

Tags Grief  Fear  Grief 

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
death and malice - in this life, people will always utilise those, i think for all our words on peace thrown out, we actually like killing and like being malicious. it certainly seems that way to me at times, but then i see people who show true beauty in their thoughts and actions and my faith in humanity is restored for a time.

language very richly used here, a delight.

such dark malice this I felt the need to step back and read it, well done.