It’s all a posture


It’s all a posture
By Kannan Baskar




It’s all a posture
Not a language
Not an alphabet
Not a sound

It’s all smoke
No heaviness
No sadness, nor joy
Not even contempt

Lies, yes,
Empty, shapeless
Fumes.
All a murk,

News, manufactured
Customised
To suit; to suit your
Eyes, ears and noses

Splendid
Thy colourless ignorance
You don’t know my dears
that you don’t know.
A jolly good state

Remember—
It’s all a posture.