"Your Kind of Poem" -- a poem by Dr. Koshy A.V.

Your kind of poem

I was dressed in army fatigues
camouflaged with stupid crazy leafy twigs on my helmet
sprouting like some god's chicken wings
or from my cap, we both now forget which -
You came from across the border of my dreams
We walked through the minefield
of war, of no expectations, no questions, holds barred
Only demands and the screams of barbed wire
of bodies shot up, hanging loose or dead
rain drops of blood on limbs displayed in pieces
spattering the nothing of war like a glass windshield
widows and orphans crying
It was the minefield of our sleep
I tried but you were only interested in
the ceaseless chatter of images
My words in the air
faded like the night
that spread out in all directions
till in desparation
I took you on the field
like an enemy soldier's plunder
spoil for me to keep
and finally you admitted
there was poetry in me too
if only in my almost violent strong-arm man's clasp

(c) Dr Koshy A.V.

Assistant Professor

Department of English

Faculty of Arts

Academic College for Girls

Jazan University

Saudi Arabia

2014