What to die for?

What to Die for?

Cries of freedom

have marched over millions.

 

Hope! beats not like Heart-

 

Drums.

 

No… in the staunch rhythm of machines;

cargo planes

breaking through the night-clouds of Calcutta

 

skies.

 

perfect towers pierce the red morning dawn;

 

I smell young drunk shades in humming dark electrified twilights.

 

(They dance

and fight)

 

Tears of Joy must break to sing

of politics, bureaucracy, of beautiful, brutal

ornamental administration,

I sink in

dreams of industrial organization.

My cold and forceful, fierce-eyed,

love,

 

will you Crush

first God and Poverty

and Death,

then me?