MONKEY BUSINESS

Issue EightIssue Eight PoetryPoetry

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By Devika Brendon

 

Like a marmoset

With those gripping fingers

Surprising strength

Stretched out full length

Ears like a headset

How far did the process of evolution go?

When did the revolution cease to be?

Ghoulish rituals thrice a year

Will not bring him back to me

 

Milk rice at Good Market

Big Bad Wolves at the market at night

All amidst the heavy duties

Of the noisy nothingness of the localese

The girl painting nails

Adds a little flower

Without being asked

 

And the fraudulent parade goes on

Blessed are the poor of eyesight

Who accept what seems to be

And can see no wrong