What is to be done about the axe embedded in the mind?
in the end, it was all an old wives tale and the one about the wood-cutter was the biggest lie of all the wood-cutter was no wood-cutter just an ordinary man, and the god who granted him axes—gold, silver and bronze, in reward for his honesty was only an impersonation by a mythical sucker who had cut down the whole forest destroyed animals, birds, flowers and fruits he was bloodthirsty, a man on the run because he had put the forest in danger and the world was after him and the only means to get away from all this was to find another naive, gullible man, one who would always swallow the tale of the wood-cutter 2. I could be that mythical sucker or you could be or some ordinary sod could be one too I keep ‘sucking’ you and you, me or we keep ‘sucking’ each other to nurture life is natural to kill is unnatural the poetry we bring to life is natural the poetry we publish, we kill unnatural so what exactly is a poet to do? 3. the moral arms of the wood-cutter’s tale are bludgeoning the heads of ordinary men for years arms, rotten through global warming are raining blows on our heads the processes of cutting are all that remains no more forests tales remain or are coerced to so, what is to be done about the wood-cutter’s axe embedded in the mind?
Man without a Navel – New and Selected Poems by Hemant Divate, edited by Mustansir Dalvi (Poetrywala, 2018)