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Elegy For Shaheen Bagh - Anoushka Kumar
Elegy For Shaheen Bagh - Anoushka Kumar
lineage. Boys ripped from their mother’s yielding wombs, faulted genesis--
how the storm clouds scatter, mucus lathering pastel in oxidised shadow-spun / skin.
Here, the people are moulded from the soil of nativity, their landbearers tracing
crosshatches over vertebrae, shelling empty husks of a future hung in the between.
An infant scalds her tongue on the railway guard’s tea, cutting her rising babble
into the porchlight, the seal on a broken comrade’s last letter home. Gargled residue
stems spelling out freedom. Festivity, the bitter edges of light churning out a shopman’s
butter from two yokes, split down the middle. Refusal. A poet cries out, his tongue
lisping at letters arching towards the street. Flare-signal on a shoreline. Scholars throwing their
manuscripts into the ether, khaki burning in the shadow of a gift horse, bleeding anarchy.
Spring. Hail dressed as a maiden’s funeral candle, lengthening into congested starlight.
The land blossoming into a pre-summer slumber. Pollen tearing out of the magnolias--