T Wignesan

The Ruba'Iyat Of Creteil Lake - Part Twenty-Five - Poem by T Wignesan

The Chief Executive gone a day doubled back to Hexagon
From Arcadian fields where old “friends” feasted the traditional bond
Took one look at road map and declared an Etat d’urgence
School boys and girls jumped up and down and gave thanks to High Heaven

Léon Blum chicks on the way to lycée swooned at Robo-Cop feet
While the Darling Dears in chador silk black looked daggers to greet
All around at lunch break the Faithful assuaged hunger slaked thirst
The mosque’s restaurant was caught short of green tea and couscous treat

Far too grave a problem rose with the need for instant relief
Spring stayed yet far away for wet winter to come to grief
Leafy bushes still being scarce nor tree trunks of decent cover
Long queues formed at public conveniences or where grows belief

On the routes and roads shops hotels restaurants and gas stations
Took a toll from urgent users of their private dire motions
Though none could stop cirri of turds piling up on pavements
Nor the armies of street vendors with pizzas in demi-portions

From down the route the gypsy camp a pebble’s throw away
Steamed sullen women and hapless children up and down the way
Crying ZAKAT with extended hands from pilgrims come to pray
While Robo-Cops exchanged places with a relief force in array

© T. Wignesan – Paris,2014

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 14, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, February 14, 2014

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