
Your Walls Have Killed my Father's Goat
-Sobhana Pramod
On the passing of time and the change that comes along,
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appa used to have a baby goat
in older angamaly, back in the 80s
when houses didn’t have concrete walls
or metal fences
just jasmine or roses or bougainvillea
just green
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appa used to take his baby goat grazing
to these plants that
separated (or held together) homes
plants are a good way to
separate (or hold together) homes,
if you really think about it.
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appa had to sell his goat to the butcher
for tender meat for a foreigner’s wedding
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he wasn’t upset about it,
the goat had to be butchered anyway
but he was sad he couldn’t keep another
because they started to build walls
and they painted it a dull grey
and what a change it was from the green
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and the goats had to go
because goats don’t eat grey.
Sobhana Pramod
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I have published essays in The Swaddle, Live Wire, Maktoob Media and Feminism in India. My poems have appeared in Spillwords, Irshaad Poetry and other magazines and journals of colleges in the University of Delhi.
