In Shimmering Heat I Sweated, Then Slipped
Into The Cool Of A War Museum At Ru. Guards
Sat Around Half The Day, Watching Visitors
Go From One Gallery To Another, Myself Awestruck
How The Seventies Turmoil, Rapes And Killings
During My Land-‘s Labour Pains Came Alive
On The Things Kept, Telling What The Monsters,
As Qumrul Painted Them, Did. Rifles, Exploded
Shells & Grenades I Saw, And The Martyrs-‘
Skulls & Bones Neatly Arranged In Glass-Boxes
And The Display: I Looked At A Nation-‘s Birth-
Certificates & Newspaper Clippings In Surprise!
A Bit Of The Life As It Was Lived By Millions.
I Heard The Authority Deserves Praise! The Sweat
Felt Like Refrigerated Cold, Getting Me
Frosted Over In Fear Of What I Might Shoulder.
Then I Stood With My Eyes Glued To A Black-
N-White Still Take: Brush-Fired A Mother
With Her Child-‘s Head Poking Out Of The Womb -—
The Conspiracy-‘s Win Over A New Life! I Wondered
Whether We All Are Like The Child Dead At Birth