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Sujatha Menon
writer - musician - aquaholic
BANG BANG BOLIFLOWER
In the Wild West of the east
there are no cowboys anymore,
just Indians in-fighting
and horses that appear in the dark
from nowhere and lead you
nowhere.
The land is dry but yields
bright tangled flowers
soft yet defiant and solar powered—
no need to waste water
where the sun overflows
into every starved secret
that begs hard not to vanish
back to the caves of
gold and red betel nut mouths
spitting names not feathers
I hold a gun and they hold a bow,
or they hold a gun and I an arrow
or I a bow and gun
and they a gun and arrow
there is no crossfire
without a bomb.
© Sujatha Menon 2022
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