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| Yogesh Patel, MBE |
After
Carl Orff
the
firebird raged in hearts
angels
burned on a pyre
doors
were wedged
windows
all blocked
hell
was watching
holding
torches
chanted
shouted
cursing
throwing
the
kerosene-soaked
rag-lit
bricks
raw
flesh browned
babies
choked
the
smoke plumes spread
no
way out
light
was trapped
like
the pilgrims
what
does a baby
know
of Lords
born
in sands
or a city where
god
was born
a
lover holds her
tight
as he can
nothing
matters
parents
let go
Yamraja
claims
the
honour killing
throw
some yellow
throw
some crimson
grey
and dark
can
also play
holi
unfolds
in
autumn colours
and
you are in
long
fire-ribbons
shooting
from
dragon’s
mouth
scream
& run
trample
& push
or
get crushed
red
eyes dried
in
a volcanic fury
choked
& fallen
parched
& ashes
one
Almighty runs
with
haunted zombies
another one sears
in a hot tandoor
they’re
all losers
but
hey-ho hey-ho
Fortune
plango vulnera*
a
man with a pen
picked
up a winner
*‘I lament the wounds that
Fortune deals!’: A second song from Carl Orff’s 24 musical orchestra/poems from
his medieval collection Carmina Burana. This poem reflects the musical
movements of first familiar song: O Fortuna!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXFSK0ogeg4
(from poet’s forthcoming collection, 2½)
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