बर'नि बिग्रायारिखौ नागिरनो
हरनाय सान्थ्रि हान्जा
बर' ओनसोलाव हाबग्लुंदों
बर' फिसाफोरानो गिलुं-गिलुं
जानाय लोंनाय खहाबा
मावनो दांनो गोसो जवा।
दाय गैयैखौबो बुख्रुब सुख्रुब खालामदों
गावथारदों बुथारदों खास्रि-बिस्रि
जिनाहारि खालामदों
माखासे बर' आइजोफोरखौ।
बर'नि सायाव उदखारसो खालामदों
अपारेस्वननि मुङाव गामि गामि हाबना।
आंनि ओनसोलावनो
नै खास्रि बिस्रि बुथारबाय
आंनि खोमायावनो रिंसारबाय
नंखाय दाय गैयैखौनो जिउ फोजोबबाय।
निउस मेडियाफोराबो फोसावबाय
नंखाय बांसावबाय
बर'नि सायाव गासैबो गाग्लोबबाय।
गोर्बोआव थानाय आइजोखौबो जिनाहारि खालामबाय।
गासैखौबो अग्रुपनति साजायबाय
बिग्रायारिनि हेंथा दैथाइनाय
भारत सान्थ्री हानजा।
बर'हाल' बिदि जाबाय
आनै गालियाबो मोदै हुगारबाय
आबै गाब्रुआबो होसो लांबाय
गोबाख्रब गोबाख्रब होसिख्रावना गाबबाय।
बे हारियालाय मानोथो
एसेबां आलाय सिलाय
गुबुन हारिजों मोहेजानाय।
दुखुआनोसै बर'नि बिलोगो,
असे बिसुगे दासानदै बर'नि।।

A busy man, a real nice gent.
Its often said of me.
Hard working and of good intent.
I would not disagree.

My work is of such an importance.
Skilled beyond my years am I.
Requiring such diligence.
Without that, many poor could die.

Skill is gained by repetition.
Practice must be sought.
My weekend is an expedition.
Where ladies of the night are bought.

In the darkness no applause.
An operation I attend.
Lying here without her drawers.
Her life suddenly at end.

I only take the parts I need.
That’s all I ever do
I am not here to sow my seed.
To my wife I am true.

But dangers lurk round every bend.
They have it in for me.
And so this exercise must end.
So much for liberty.

The vacant, quarantined building
On the middle of main st.
Busted, breaking down- demolished
Rooms forgotten
Unfilled// with people/thoughts/lost memories
Patched with various shades of
whites/off whites/eggshells
Broken/peeling/dripping
With yellow clingy innards
Moving along my palm and fingers
Dripping//
from my lips/from my eyes

Catch it please
Catch it won’t you catch my words
Won’t you catch and be caught
Speak to me
Drip/dry/shrink
In the mid-day sun
Open up baby, I’m coming in
With pliers and piercing bullets
No walls can’t be scaled
I’ll bump/bust/buzz
A real game of operation
Dissecting the truth of
Past/present/future
You’s and me’s

Speak so I can echo
Like vacant halls/empty stairwells
Take me step by step
Hand in hand
Pull up floorboard after floorboard
Searching for the dirt in our foundations
If only fingers could reach
Farther and farther- they falter
Sinking into mud//alone

Stalingrad- Germany wanted control,
But they weren't going to get it. Silly men,
Unaware that they would freeze to the bone
In those harsh Russian mountains.
Is oil worth it?

Torch- the British thought it was a simple plan.
It was, but barely. The soft underbelly,
The Mediterranean to France, through Italy?
Kick the Axis out of North Africa?
Piece of cake.

D-Day- a finale? Maybe. The ships and planes at the ready,
A possible surprise. Parachutes
And men on foot storming the beaches of Normandy.
Shots fired, push east where they belong.
Coming from the North and South. Cinch like a corset
Strings are drawn against the axis.
Good luck holding up your empire in this day and age.