You Would Be Surprised
by Aniket Sanyal
You would be surprised at the tricks
I commit with these hands.
You would be surprised at
How many fools,
I’ve made of gods.
I did not have to speak in my Norse tongueTo his fate.
To deliver the lightning Greek
No sphinx ever dared approach meWith cleverness
Or a sarcastic wink.
I rode a carpet to the desert and a merchant
Greeted me with sweets.
You would be amazed.
You would be amazed at the beauty of spritesThat sprout from forested earth.
I myself get drunk with every angelI meet on the street,
And they never give me exactly what I want.
You would be in tearsImagine what the Great Mother would say!
At the dexterity of my human flesh.
The sirens call to me
Between their flower’s lips.
Me, a mere mortal!
The ministers are beginning to talk,
I can feel it in my bones and teeth.
I had best be returning home butOr there.
Home was either here
You would be surprised
With my warrior’s constitution.
I’ve been calling the hotline of the hereafter
I receive no responses, only
Poorly composed music,In poorly wrapped fruit baskets.
I must have vigilance!
As the Great Mother would say,Sipping mead in a tavern by the coast,
Entertaining demonsOf all walks of trickery.
You would be surprised with what these eyes have seen
And not seen.
And one of these days,
I do believe,
I shall mix some spice with good advice
And a write a book, perhaps twice.
I’ve arranged an interview with the messenger boy,
Queer little fellow,
With a trumpeter’s face.
He shall take me into the next life,I am sure,
Upon seeing me, happy as you are sure to be,Roughish grin.
With my man’s face and
You would be surprised.
Copyright © 2013 by Aniket Sanyal