SCHOOL UNDER THE BANYAN TREE

For Susan Gardner

 

Assembly line children,

We became accustomed to the artificial:

Stone, steel, glass, a desolate landscape

Without benefit of the earth’s compromising presence,

A patch of grass a sacred thing easily defiled.

Gutter pools with oil-slick coloration

Reflect imaginary universes, our aqua mercurialis,

Washed white, then red and gold in the dirty streets.

As men, we rush with blind haste to other lands

Where paradise unfolded quite naturally.

There, dirt, poverty, death—the merely sordid—are transformed

By narcissistic imaginings into the idyllic freedom

Of nature untouched by man’s maligning ambition.

But why should suffering and deprivation alter

Whether set beside the azure sea

Or between the city’s canyon walls?

Indeed, is this lapse of concern not greater,

More tragic and less open to evasion

Seen against this unmitigated lushness.

Thirty children seated under a banyan tree;

Barefoot, one garment each, chanting in unison:

“Nos ancestres etaient des Gaulois avec yeux bleu et cheveux blonds.” 

(The textbooks gifts from France.)

Is this after all an Eden from which we can return

Refreshed, without remorse; is primitiveness

Required to maintain undiminished beauty for those

Who only wander there, unpossessed and unpossessing?

And which is the more incompatible life—

This unnecessary poverty amidst the grandeur of the earth

Or the isolation and hatred that our malicious cities breed,

False islands of dark hallucinations.

© 2020 John Andrew Gallery 

 

Photograph by Wyatt Gallery