Southpaw Poem by Sathya Narayana

AM A SOUTHPAW
Yes, I am a southpaw!
A long crooked nerve starts
from my left hand's little finger
and reaches the brain.
Hits hard there on the key board
some gnarled words with garbled meanings.
My brain giggles ruddy brags!
My eyes turn crimson dark and leer around.
My lips twirl and twist into sickle curves;
and my tongue forks into four
to puke out bright red blasphemy!

As west wind brings in the strong flavour
of a Havana cigar,
a loud and frantic Kalinka becomes allegro
and too, hear from the East
someone gargling a vulgar limerick!

As the infected history starts
hurling down obscene invectives,
the naked truth bows down with shame
and covers itself with a thick fear-veneer!

My heart, that too on my left side
hoots and howls with mirth
sucking the blood,
thumps and throbs like a rearing salvo and yells...
'Blood, blood, more blood, inside and out
blood, blood, more blood! '

That's what my heart knows
and that's the heart I know...
nothing beyond the flesh and gore!

Now my left hand raises high
like the sleek barrel of a Kalashnikov
and left leg stomps forword
like a Type-99 Chinese battle tank.

Now yes... there's enough
of odious heat spreading around
slowly engulfing the globe.

Just few yards forward
...now everything is red,
the sky, the rivers and the meadows!
I guffaw aloud,
as keep falling down white doves
besmeared with blood!
Yes, I am southpaw!