Perspectives
This morning was barber time, my head in his hands and my ears full of him.
Barber jokes went over shrouded customers, their heads watching the ceiling fan The Singareni coal-miners refused to load coal because they wanted a separate state. Barber asks customer in a non-veg barber joke Laughter from the shroud. My head starts imagining things between the snips of scissors. Barber goat will say to customer goat:
As if they were looking at the sun in the lake.The ceiling fan had no motivation to whir.
Their own state of bliss. So there is a power hiatus. Fans do not move in barber shops.
Tomorrow is festival of the many-armed Goddess
Who had killed fierce demons under her feet.
Doesn’t your father kill a goat for her sacred meal?
Customer :Don’t know about the goat or demons.
Imagine these humans are goats and the goats turn humans
Will these goats have many-armed goats as their goddesses ?
Will your goat father kill a human for our goat Goddess of many-arms?
The goats laugh from their white shrouds.
At this point I pay forty rupees and walk out
Running fingers on the smoothness of the head.
