Terror in a cafe
As in Rilke?s falling autumn
We believe somebody up there
Is holding the earth up
And the sky and the stars
And all else from falling
Except in the Leopold café
Where bodies fall from behind
A young man with rucksack
Has his view, other...
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Terror in a cafe
As in Rilke?s falling autumn
We believe somebody up there
Is holding the earth up
And the sky and the stars
And all else from falling
Except in the Leopold café
Where bodies fall from behind
A young man with rucksack
Has his view, other thoughts
There is a gleam in his eye
He likes bodies autumn-falling.
(Reference is to the Mumbai carnage)
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