1 : the indicator
a wooden saint
in need of paint
the indicator
has turned inward
ten times over
swallowed the names
of all the railways
station it knows
removed its hands
from its face
and put them away
in its pockets
if it knows when
the next train's due
it gives no clue
the clockface adds
its numerals
the total is zero
2 : the station dog
the spirit of the place
lives inside the mangy body
of the station dog
doing penance for the last
three hundred years under
the tree of arrivals and departures
the dog opens his right eye
just long enough to look at you and see
whether you're a man a demon a demigod
or the eight armed railway timetable come
to stroke him on the head
with a healing hand
and to take him to heaven
the dog decides
that day is not yet
3 : the tea stall
the young novice at the tea stall
has taken a vow of silence
when you ask him a question
he exorcises you
by sprinkling dishwater in your face
and continues with his ablutions in the sink
and certain ceremonies connected
with the washing of cups and saucers
4 : the station master
the booking clerk believes in the doctrine
of the next train
when conversation turns to time
he takes his tongue
hands it to you across the counter
and directs you to a superior
intelligence
the two headed station master
belongs to a sect
that rejects every timetable
not published in the year the track was laid
as apocryphal
but interprets the first timetable
with a freedom that allows him to read
every subsequent timetable between
the lines of its text
he keeps looking anxiously at the setting sun
as if the sunset were a part of secret ritual
and he didn't want anything to go wrong with it
at the last minute
finally he nods like a stroke
between a yes and a no
and says
all timetables ever published
along with all timetables yet to be published
are simultaneously valid
at any given time and on any given track
insofar as all the timetables were inherent
in the one printed
when the track was laid
and goes red
in both his faces
at once
5 : vows
slaughter a goat before the clock
smash a coconut on the railway track
smear the indicator with the blood of a hen
bathe the station master in milk
and promise you will give
a solid gold toy train to the booking clerk
if only someone would tell you
when the next train is due
6 : the setting sun
the setting sun
touches upon the horizon
at a point where the rails
like the parallels
of a prophecy
appear to meet
the setting sun
large as a wheel
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Thursday, July 3, 2008
The Railway Station
Labels: Arun Kolatkar
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