El Hijo Poem by satbir bakshi

EL HIJO – THE SON

Now hear me first
Before you claim
Your share of the booty

That night I fought on another front for other causes
And you were not even a speck
On my cognitor’s periphery

Like a rhino gored in the groin
I charged into my woman
Muzzling my head into her supple breasts.
Like a young calf....

Sucked blood from her navel
Till the oysters silver gullet opened out to receive the drops.
Then I slumped beside her torso, deflated
Limp eyed with a dead bird’s stare.

Were you with us then?
Like the third traveller
On the road to Emmaus –
Seeing hearing anything?

After nine harvest moons
One afternoon you barged in knocking the front door of its hinges
To grab my woman
Nibble toothlessly at her moist nipples.

Even impostors have some grace
But you arrive with the assurance
Of a state warrant
And I surrender willingly
To you – my conqueror.

~ SATBIR BAKSHI