On The Street by Gagan Gill Translated by Arlene Zide and the Poet

 

A lonely man is going down the street, mumbling.  At this moment,  the lonely man doesn’t care who sees him,  what they think.

 

The lonely man is floating down on the flood within him.  There are no walls around him or anyone, now.

He’s going so fast that God is out of breath, trying to keep up with him.

 

People guess he must be too lonely even to talk to himself.

Only he  knows he is not alone;  that somebody’s coming,  running after him.    Listening to him. 

 

 

One Day You Will by Gagan Gill Translated by Arlene Zide and the Poet

 

One day you will

kill her in

your dream

            and get up

            shuddering

 

Your hands will be smeared with blood

and the tap will flow

one day

in another life

 

One day   rattled,

you’ll tell a lie

            and the rails will topple 

            a train full of people

 

One day you will go

on that holy mountain of yours

            and beneath your feet

            there’ll be a dead bird

 

One day you’ll lean your head

into the mirror

            and it will refuse 

            your face

 

One day you’ll  read

a mysterious old script

            and the earth

            will leap out of orbit

 

One day you’ll have arrived

at the assembly of the gods

            ready with all the answers

            and won’t be asked a single question

 

 

This

is how God will treat you

one day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Gagan Gill

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On the Street and One Day You Will by Gagan Gill Translated by Arlene Zide and the Poet