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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. 

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