Tuesday, March 13, 2018

A Strange Beast / Perumal Murugan

My very existence becomes a threat to anyone I meet.
As soon as I enter
they close doors and windows
As soon as they see me
they hurriedly send away their guests 
They drift away from my words
and look anxiously around
They fall silent
They make plans to send me away quickly.
They text from their cell phones under the table 
informing god knows who about my visit
They take photos with me
and leave
They try to make a rare wonder of my voice.
Someone has painted over my head 
a pair of horns everyone can see 
Someone has turned me
into a strange beast.

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