River Of The Dead Poem by chayamsu v r

the bridges stood gazing
at the corpse in the stream floating
-a dream
flung by someone

how old this pearl is!
don't know!
long ago,
very long ago,
there was a creature
in this shell,
seeking preys in the waters
of life-time,
falling prey to water-bird
forsaken in the womb of river.
the waves brought them ashore.
in the night rain
it bore the ocean.
and in the ocean
throbbed the sun.
the child who haunts
the shores of downy sun
to pick the pebbles,
gazed at the floating clouds
in the water blues of the shell.

let me call you
the river of footprints!
on your bosom
were the flights of centuries!
you draw the footprints
on the sandpaper of memories-
of millenium,
of the herds of elephants
who came in pursuit of water,
of the savage haunting preys,
of the flocks of deer ran in panic,
of the bloodstains of helplessness
panted on the tip of lance.
you keep still
in the bowels of fresh soil,
the footprints of the travelers,
the migrants,
the men who fought battles,
the retreated!
you keep yet,
imprinted in the heart of secrets,
not fading away,
in the shower and snow,
for the ages infinite.
let me call you
the river of footprints!

as scarecrow to your mysteries
i install the skull
found out on the shores
from the dawn of history
and the dead strips of the ages,
in the scattering rocks-
like a cleft on the black-stone
the scar of chop on.
the caved in eye pit
the darkness of spite
the wide mouth still
yell anger roars
and shouts
that should've done when alive.