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A collaboration over too much coffee.
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09 February, 2005

Sic transit...

Just off Calcutta’s Dalhousie Square
is a firm that deals in sanitaryware.

Yet it interests me that once
they were purveyors of guns:

one of a galaxy of smiths
long since reduced to sepia-ed myths.

Names that once graced chic arcades,
and now prop crumbling colonnades.

Sometime in an empire’s long twilight
this one knew that guns wouldn’t be right;

and so moved, with presumed ease,
to bathroom fixtures from gun grease…

But if you’re wondering, I’m no recorder
for the ancient house of R B Rodda –

Yesterday, idling vacant hours
I saw the mailbox that once was ours;

fallow now, save for stray vagrants
given a home, and a stale fragrance.

And another empire’s loss seen in
a memory of a gunsmith’s porcelain.


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Blogger Pincushion said...

'And another empire’s loss seen in
a memory of a gunsmith’s porcelain.'

Words poignant with nostalgia or is it pain , a sense of loss ??
Loved the 'gunsmith's porcelain', very evocative !

09 February, 2005 22:35  
Blogger Pragya said...

James, beautiful poetry, as always!

10 February, 2005 03:42  

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