Sand Shamed Poem by Rehan Hyder

Sand Shamed

Mangroves are unimpressed
By idol, infidel or immersed lover;
To grabber, gobbler or goblet of sea
To March September or years
They stay electrifyingly wet and green

Few planets from this green arrogance
We had carried back sushi dipped
Sand under and inside our
Soles and souls

Was wrong about ‘we'
So from blasphemy of ‘us' and ‘we'
Came running rummaging to
Recover retrieve retake myself

Map of life misspelled yet again
Made to jump without pleasure of
Ascending to floor where
Mangroves flirted with lovers entwined

Another minister prime from south
Delivered dead from north
Without the honor of being in
North
Never sworn in but sworn at

But this time denying your
Soles and souls ala tainted tar of night
Pleasure of walking over
My cadaver
And extending your electrifying
Moistened algae

Mangroves! Unimpressed by
This rote of mayhem
Smiled back - resurrected