Another corps has been adhibited
to the army of political workers:
language lumpens. Brief of these
foot soldiers is to vitiate discourse
on television with whataboutery
If you build an alcove on a sepulcher
olfactories will be stirred.
Modus operandi of mellowing
is to achieve detachment.
Ease with which you accept your
burden smoothens your steps here.
My bias exhales your name
let them call me partisan.
When the buzz of mosquitoes is music,
lampblack is a painting on one’s wall.
When taps are stark, streets are lightless,
circuitous human trails at every trestle:
metamorphosis of the clerisy and critters
into messianists isn’t a surprise. Morals
are for menials or those with little means.
The agency is with plutocrats and their
Sanjeev Sethi is the author of three books of poetry. His most recent collection is This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). A Best of the Net 2017 nominee, his poems are in venues around the world: Stickman Review,Ann Arbor Review,Neologism Poetry Journal, Olentangy Review,Home Planet News, Angry Old Man Magazine, Rasputin, The Journal, Morphrog 16, Communion Arts Journal, Bold Monkey, Otoliths, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.