Axis & Allies - damowords

Mumbai Musings
I sat upon the rooftop of the Taj
All fire & brimstone in the floors below
Strange place to find my soiree round the Raj
A moment no other would surely know;
When lock’d in synch
My subject & my song
& I the living link, some lyrical King Kong.
As helicopters overhead
Went swoop‐a‐hoop like dragons
I saw the discs & cable thread
Of pressmen in their wagons
& wonder’d how many were dead
Fell’d by these terror guns
& in stiff heaps of twisted sleeping piled –
It seem’d as if Laxsmi on me had smiled.
As action all about me swirl’d
Of it I felt fatigue
For to my world was rudely hurl’d
Life’s miltant intrigue
& felt a Flemish landholder before Hitler’s blitzkreieg.
Taj
6.30
Sandra Samuel
When morning broke the Rabbi clung to life
His hope the hand that clings to clifftop ledge,
“As hostages,” he sooth’d his antsy wife,
“They never would cast us across the edge!”
Just one phone call
Demolishes their dreams
Parents shot at the wall, their little Moska screams.
His nany left her hiding place
When the gunfire moved elsewhere
& charging up the back staircase
Took the babe back in her care
& looking at each parent’s face
That blankly back did stare
She rush’d outside quite antilochus‐fast
Through courage & quick‐thinking danger pass’d.
The operation’s master‐throne
Watch’d these events unfold,
“The telephone!” the gunmen groan,
Their slackness they did scald,
Then hear, “You’re very close to Heaven, brothers please be bold.”
Naruman House
8.30