by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
We stood that morning on the 84th
Watching the Statue of Liberty
In that quiet mist of the earth’s freedom.
Our footprints have now burnt away
In a red ball of fire
Burning Nostradamic in the serene skies.
When man forgets man
We don’t need the Bible or The Koran
To swear our bloody prayers by.
All we need is a little warmth of flesh
To burn our crying lips upon.
Our distantly crying lips
with no loving breasts
Left on earth to kiss.
I remember that ball of fire
burning with the blood of all our flesh.
Ballooning over the Atlantic
A quiet life line of breaking earth.
In every piece of flesh splattering over
Breath the cries of children
Fear dyed upon their torn finger prints
A drop of
the century rents the air
its million unheard sighs
Praying for the last miracle.
That morning when we looked down fro the
World trade Center
At the embroidered fabric of the world
We saw the open breasts of Liberty
Green with all their love for man.
Such fleshly green breasts humanity longed
to fondle with its heart.
We saw the blind eyes of Liberty
Opening on the foam
Of wet dust, of bruised dust,
Of man tainted by man in the name of God.
We kissed her pubes, we kissed her tears,
We kissed her spiked crown of thorn
That looked up at Jesus and Allah,
In her hands I now see no
bright torch of history
But twin cities of sacred earth burning.
I see the flaming World
Burning to ashes our white bats of peace.
I down a glass of beer and search for ice.
I watch this mega movie of history
On earth’s darker celluloid
Directed without lights.
Oh, a movie that will be in our hearts
Like Gone with the Wind.
The flaming winds of destiny.
Even the ice cubes in my beer have begun to light up
Making its own secret fire.
There goes the plane , a sheet of razor
There lights up the million seeded cries.
Of the first petal of the new century.
I search the eyes of the Statue of Liberty
ever green of its glowing.
O wide heaven, expanse of blue, oh God of
the blue sky
Do you not see the magnificent cries of
turning to dust
Do you not see the man there waving the Stars and stripes
Bleeding all over his weeping heart? From
the corner window
Of hot steel?
Do you not hear the music of the child
The mother pressing the cry to her breasts
As though her breasts would open up like
And mother and child could flee
From this moment of clay executed in morning glory ?
Look down at Manhatten
No more from so high!
No more, no more, smoke billowing,
No more of this castration
No more cryosurgery
For this bleeding city!
This is the time that hashish and Brown
And Ecstasy mingled in the head
To breathe in the cocaine perfume of
I must switch off the TV and sleep now
This movie must get over soon.
I must forget everything.
I must clutch the crucifix in my hands so
of Christ bleeding again in humanity's hands.
I must forget everything’
If I switch off this TV I’ll not hear
The cries from over the Atlantic
The non believers crying
O, my Gosh,
The believers crying
Oh, my God,
My god, my God,
crying once again.
And the child from across the road pointing
to the burning tower
And crying, mamma , come here and look
Great grandpa is dying once again!
False moment, I do not wish to see your
Do not come near my sight again.
Flesh of man, as you stand before the
As though in deep prayer
As you burn your men huddling them together
you wear the blood you drink
You search the cemetry where you must lie
troubled for ever
That is not anywhere in the ruins of our
There’ll be no more prayers tonight.
Only acres of lit candles
And wet hot wax that has not learnt after
all these centuries of weeping in churches
To cry without tears.
And to teach us to know without ever
For whom the great bell tolls.
And so forever let me stand on the 84th
floor of the World Center
And let my eyes never again see
Blood trickling down the evergreen breasts
Last updated May 25, 2012