The Great Taboo

 i)
David concluded the drama prematurely

He closed the stage curtain abruptly

The smoldering wik of his strutting candle snuffed quick

No one saw where the smoke went

Some speculated it went up with the clouds to etherial bliss;

others that it went down to join the sulfer of the hearth in the machine

The bulk of his mass was scraped up and reused in other molds

but a residue of wax left its burn and imprint on his mother, his sister, his brother

In time that too melted into the cracks in the floorboards,

adding to the distant memories of the house

I think his flame still burns on somewhere,

reignited in some other engine

Perhaps its blazing way was not the ideal trail planned

Maybe his road back to love has just been stretched out, prolonged

We cannot blame

We cannot judge

David shared a little with us

He might just have missed out on the fast track

Only God knows how he be 
 
ii)
Faheem sat by the Indus and cried
Faheem sat by the Indus and cried
Faheem sat by the Indus and cried

For three days he slowly died inside

No one asked if he was alright
Just sneered at his dishevelled sight

No one showed him The Way

No one offered him a glass of kindness
Not a crumb of compassion

No light to make night day

His abused body squirmed
His tormented soul fumed

Faheem couldn't live without his face
Could not bear the crushing disgrace
Found no advocate to plead his case

His hopes appeared to go before him,
drown into the abbyss: the stream of mourning

iii)

El was "cold"
She was a "dyke bitch"

When she wasn't that,

El was a "Terrorist" rep
She was Middle Eastern, "nuf said"

El was a prick-tease
"deserved all she was served"

Those were the kind of words
that I had overheard

"Just office banter," they would say
"Don't spoil our work-a-play day!"

Apperently I was "sensetive" for whistle blowing

I wonder what El sensed
as her muscles hit the
pavement,
as her bones went
crack!