What?
Where?
How?
I lost it
I can’t recall
could it have become
an untouchable
five-foot path peninsula
afloat in cheap spirit
a salivating disciple
outside some temple-door
longing to kiss big shots
could it be
hibernating
in a politician’s freezer
to thaw to lick power
could it be
an epileptic intellectual question
out of the blue
in a low-caste brain
or could it be
an interrogator’s glove
gouging the smouldering
eyes of an unfettered spirit
could it be
retching in tears
a compatriot’s soul
before a firing squad
or maybe it is
lying tightlipped
scratching the head
for awards in a
poet of the people’s pen
What to do with it?
when whipped by the cry
bottles and broads
it always somersaults
to prostrate in
anybody’s castle
so dear sir
if sighted by chance
please boot the hopper
to return it proper
though useless
to this finder
it will at least
adorn my race
as a museum reminder
the missing link
backbone