[ top ] WOUND Banira Giri Your full force was first raised against me Let this spear-tipped stream flow on.. the gullies of my eyes greening your fields Let this crop of pain ripen, this harvest ripening from wounds You and I? Let's enjoin ourselves in friendship Always! How engaging! Before dark where the forked road joins I ran into you Before I knew what was happening, you raped me Then and there, witness of this cruel intimacy, drops of virgin blood spread on the gravel of the crossroads like an unclaimed corpse At each moment every day be it morning or night every minute coming & going time & again those strains return to me my memory of you Violation! From the outset your every thrust blazed as fire, tore through the skin as thorns do, pierced as a blade, appeared as the night of the dark moon But these days your every stroke, a mere touch, and as for my self I've become the oven that contains the flame, the bush that raises up thorns, the sheath that holds the blade, fangs for the cobra's deadly poison, darkness of the night that swallows the moon Like a tigress tamed in the circus, a female snake soothed by the charmer's tune, wound, so quickly was I transformed in you Now you and I have become nail & flesh, miser and money, footpath and footsole Tread upon me with all your thieves & robbers For this is certain: you'll tire, not me! Let the variegated wishes for life germinate in me be winnowed by your stormy guts. Finish it! Destroy! Wound! Maul and smother me Lick me with your slathering flames For I convert your force I'm hardened to it Where you store your weaponry of thrust and violation, I burrow and hide, grazed from all sides by your firing guns flameburst upon flameburst everywhere in every corner But it is surely so, violator Violation! tearing your ears, listen Your armory will be emptied- I will not Your armory will be emptied- I will not