Nothing Is New To Say Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Nothing is new to say
Something is straight,
Something is bent
The same story of the storm
and uprooted trees
dried leaves, trampled flowers
Then the story of hole and snake
and casting off the slough
The story of shrubbery land, seed,
Blade and plough
Scream of the earth
Then the story of shadow
Crooked river; ghostly valley
Broken boat water-birth, re-birth
Then the story of overrivers
Infested with darkness; mysterious alley
Elf-fire, glowing worm and more....
And scattered bones and flesh of the end