Sunday, January 1, 2012

For our Uncertain Times, a Villanelle


Judgements in Carpets
by
Mustansir Dalvi

We should have noticed. We should have come clean.
Our basic instincts were never so wrong.
We smiled. Let a hundred cover-ups bloom. 

Like judgements in carpets, we flexed our looms.
Even dust-mites saw through us, all along.
We should have noticed. We should have come clean. 

Blindly complacent, shielded by the sheen
of our glories; those we tried to prolong.
We smiled. Let a hundred cover-ups bloom. 

Placid, we added padlocks to our tombs.
We were exhumed. We were deaf to the gong.
We should have noticed. We should have come clean. 

Got poured down the sink, as before. We saw
the curtain call end our lieutenant’s song,
We smiled. Let a hundred cover-ups bloom. 

Conciliation was defeat. We assumed
in the end, then, we would all come along.
We should have noticed. We should have come clean.
We smiled. Let a hundred cover-ups bloom.

copyright 2012, Mustansir Dalvi; all rights reserved

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