Grigori / Mashaal Sajid

Cantankerous ferryman rows hard

This hollowed jaw ark

Limbs heaving & weary exhale

Fogs my eye’s lens

Mr. Oculist’s ravens spiral overhead

A wooden St. Dymphna masthead

Completing a pilgrim’s seven mad circles

They caw and throw pebbles at my idols

Pebbles collected from a father’s grave

Idols residing in the mud of my eye

Flustered, I wake to see

The silhouette of a gallant God

The fallen divine Marquis

& A horse’s hoof

Shoved down my throat, maybe

A cacophony of moaning

Grunting, bellowing, neighing and howling

The man walks with an intimidating gait

While Cygnets whirl dervish like

To the melody of my Pan’s flute

I awoke further and felt

Fish hooks, jammed in my ribs

My entire frame, anchored to a wailing eclipse

He hails with all the fervour of Dom Frollo’s passion

Glaring eyes, unraveling buds of innocence

Scrying into a poet’s blasphemous verse

Unlike you…