Updated: Jul 30
How to bring up a child in our country.
I am going to tell my children that rails are an ankle sock that you tried on your
left foot- it didn’t fit, so you immediately switched to the right and yet failed.
I am going to tell them that they hadn’t had a sock to embrace their braces-
but there were horseshoes, giant, those bruised the balls of their feet,
which were made of home, blood, food, and other things – The saddle often
broke open in the rains and drenched like betrayed horses of their own reins.
It broke the cartilage down their ankle – that joined locomotion like life to the
rest of their body- they are failed- that they were failed like it should have been
by the ones who managed to put carts and sacks for us to lug – simply like donkeys
they thought we were – We should keep in mind child, to call ourselves horses – Horses
failed like they should have been by these lads for its people – this fate to walk-miles
and I shall always speak to you about the people who are always forgotten.
The ones who fall with the rains, who, yet couldn’t wash away their blood on rails-
Dear baby, next time if someone talks to you about a good old Lord
who came here back then – and left things for us- things very precious –
you would hear it so often – things we wouldn’t have had on our own – You tell them this –
that you don’t care – that once your mother told you not to wake her up
if she dies on a track – between the rails. She told you – to back off, get up, get out of the rut
and run for life – Run for life and do not stroll simply – She told you to run
before the last train hits, you. They say there’s something about a man running for life,
you know he won’t go long, till he wakes up to kiss life on its face – If they tell you this,
do not forget to tell them that you were a horse, not a man, and you would wake up
to kiss sometimes if the train misses you, to keep the lord and laws, to keep if you can
and remember – this was all your mother knew, and she never cared much for her kids.
A poem, 2020. unedited.