Dog Monkey 3 Poem by Rajnish Mishra

It's long past twelve,
A June afternoon,
No monkeys, nor dogs any
Dare roam around or walk,
Save one infernal being
Who everywhere is seen.
For none will roam around
On roof tops or ground
Unless they be
Our hero: dog-monkey.
Why he keeps doing so
Unnaturally,
Anti-intuitionally?
What do his actions prove?
Where does his mind go?
Why does he not simply lie,
Quietly, and slowly die
Like his contemporaries:
Time and Eternity?
Yes our dog-monkey
Like time; eternity
Is pre-big-bang, it seems.
How else can one explain
His omnipresent name
Coming hidden, thinly veiled?
Was there not such a being
Form changer, strong, revealed
In myths of Egypt, Greece?
Metamorphosis, reincarnation,
Bodhisattva, life rotation
He could be any or all:
This so special being.