ELANGOVAN
Confession
Confession
the one-winged bird
what is it chanting now
is it about
mindrubbing
the rainbow that
poured through
your window
smothering the
springing flowers
that gave you
a royal salute
handpicking
the hide-and-seek stars
to build your
crescent canoe
tying a ribbon
to the cheek-pinching
finger of the
evening breeze
child flaking in my arms
the one-winged bird
still rooted to the ground
what is it chanting now
the parliamentary meeting
of a soldier’s bullet
between your eyebrows?
the one-winged bird
unmoved
flapping its flaccid wing
chanting your thought
plucking my heart
watching the golden foam
oozing from you
on my lap