Sunday, January 18, 2009

The Butcher

The bread with the jam spread
reminds him of the fresh flesh
washed under the hose.

His newborn child is brought to him
and he worriedly examines
the tenderness of her neck.

He sometimes wonders
if God was a butcher himself.
rearing well before reaping.

Afterlife was a mystery to him.
The chicken is never
off the hook and walking again.

On the wooden blocks scarred since years
There are many knife marks.
Some are deep ridges, formed
while handling the tough ones.


Usha Pisharody said...

That is really a harsh and unyielding picture of self flagellation isn't it? Goes deep the scars left with this one!

Awesome bit of imagery and metaphor!

Kanthi Kiran said...

rey .. awesome .. wonders whether god is a butcher.. nice idea :) ..

Chaitu said...

Nice article. Really expressive.. Keep it up :)