Addled Poem by Debasish Datta

This that addles the brain
is not of opium or some such stuff
It has a special recipe:
Stardust and cuckoo eggs
slowcooked in the bile that rose in Cain
flavored with Phoenician almonds
chilled in the eyes of the subSaharan mom
holding close her starving child in vain

So that one grazing lazily
undismayed by slaughter to right and left
dreams of chewing the cud at end of day
When the prattle of pompous priests is done
and once again
one readies eagerly for futile dreams
in unending rain