Let Us Sleep, My Enemy

By Anshuman Das

Let us sleep, my enemy, our eyes that spell murder

require requiem. 

Disfigured our people have become, too inebriated

to step back.

The Town is full, a little too full, yet nobody lives there, 

It's a ghost Town. 

A ghost Town, filled with contagious men who give birth to

almost children.

The rain refuses to fall, the stars refuse to come out, the 

deranged despair of nature. 

Why would she not be cross? As you strip her down and do your bidding,

raped she stands.

And you, my comrade, and me, we look into each other’s eyes as we

drive knives into each other’s throats.

And I see what I see everyday, those windy eyes show me, they scream at me,

They are just like mine. 

The savagery of our social contract, we are but victims of war,

killing and dying. 

Killing and dying and becoming stained marble, amongst millions,

Oh, our lamentable reduction. 

Reduction to cannon fodder, the white doves lies dead, blood has escaped,

wings tainted red. 

Our blood blends together, a sweet embrace, we are but the same 

my brother, suffering till our breaths stop. 

I breathe you in as you breathe out and you, brother, you try 

one last time.

Our eyes meet one last time, our smiles kiss one last time.

By Anshuman Das