A Look in the Past by Jared Angira
Once I was a lizard
cheeky and harmless
and built clouds
that the heat
never could melt
I learnt
of the transanimation
into a monitor
deaf to all spikes
a dweller of two worlds...
ere my breath had settled
my back grew rough-
my teeth went chisel-like
..a crocodile
lurking in sandy seafloor
then one day I died
but knocked my head
on the sharp gravestone
that woke me up
to find me winged
tough-clawed and a scavenger.
I was an eagle,
I went on sojourn
and my red eyes blue'd
till I turned priestly-
pigeoned
till we came to Guernica
where they pinched my olive branch
and gave me a bone
when next I stopped
I was gliding
mutilated...
the mongoose pursued me in hideways
I shall go back
to the formless clouds
and melt myself into rain
then shall I land in the plantation
and mate with the secondary roots
of the old fig tree.
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