a colony of bats

masses, very quickly, surrounded me

to see what i would declare

now that i have a legal dispensation

a privilege

bestowed only on a foreigner

they nearly pushed me

though unintentionally

they made me drop

one by one

the big and small item

i carefully carried

into that pit

and as i bend down

to reach the bottom

picking cautiously my scattered stuff

the masses

almost buried me

standing up-side down

like a colony of bats in a cave

henry victor      03.02.2007

a rascal

like a three-year-old child i imitate

the men and women of the bard

picking someone else’s pen i scribble

feeling in heart like other poets

i have also left an enclosure

with a flute for my songs  

for others behind me to sing

with affection and wisdom

my associates do not deem

the un-rhythmic squirt squiggling

ignorance, but in me, a rascal

they see an immortal poet

a sage amongst them, a rebel

a prophet with a new vision

to transform deteriorating structures

and values of disintegrating cultures

© henry victor     11.09.2003