Wolf Dynasty

A representative Hungryalist poem written originally in Bengali.

They pressed a pistol on my temple, yelled:
Why have you basterd turned up again
We'll slap hungry lips with scarlet fangs
tongue will lick the sunbeam from your nails
and stop the tinsel Jatayu's hinged-wing strain.
Oilsoot penury in me lees whatever is stark
designs in secret teaktrees behind screen of bark.

Once my hymn had pink-tongue grass-green
minksoft belly-women in noun
and the city's lock-up churned in spleen.

Soundpipe hissed: We'll chew roast fore
umbilical chord I'll snip in rage
werewolf girl gave oath palate stench
chilli dust to blur pin vision gore
won't look back cremating the trampled dead
tear off spermpots with hot metal pincers
and close the lineage.

(Translation of Bengali poem Nekde Bangsha ) 1989