No Coffin, No Grave By Jared Angira



NO COFFIN, NO GRAVE 
 
 

BY JARED ANGIRA
 

 
 
                 He was buried without a coffin
                              Without a grave
                              The scavengers’ perform his postmortem
                              In the open mortuary
                  5          without sterilized knives
                              In front of the night club

                              Stuttering rifles put up
                              The gun salute of the day
                              That was a state burial away
                  10       The car knelt
                              The red plate wept, wrapped itself into blood its
                              Master’s blood

                              The diary revealed to the sea
                              The rain anchored there at last
                              Isn’t our flag red, black and white?
                  15       So he wrapped himself well
                              Who could signal yellow?
                              When we had to leave politics to the experts?
                              And brood on book
                              Brood on hunger
                  20       And school girls
                              Grumble under the black pot
                              Sleep under torn mosquito net
                              And lice lick our intestines
                              The lord of the bar, money speaks madam
                  25       Women magnet, money speaks madam
                              We only cover the stinking darkness
                              Of the cave of our months
                              And ask our father who is in hell to judge him
                              The quick and the good

                  30       Well, his diary, submarine of the Third –World-War

                              Showed he wished
                              To be buried in a gold-laden coffin
                              Like a VIP
Under the jacaranda tree beside his place
A shelter for his grave
                              And much beer for the funeral party

                              Anyway one noisy pupil suggested we bring
Tractors and p lough the land.


CONTENT ANALYSIS of the POEM
 
No Coffin, No Grave is an elegy which mourns the demise of a national leader. The leader according to the poet died on the street and was buried without the fanfare he deserved as a leading political figure. He was even denied the privilege of using ‘coffin’ and ‘grave’ to bury him.
 
The stanza reveals the instrument of death. He is killed by gunshots from assassins who waylaid his car. His diary which was later discovered near the sea summarizes the sordid action.
 
In the third stanza, the poet’s lamentation increases. He asks when the academics should know when to leave politics and then go back to their teaching profession. At the classroom, he is expected to work on his books and not be engaged with problems of hunger and other inadequacies.
 
The next lines express the poet’s despair and resignation. No one can identify the assassins. And so the matter is left to the spiritualist to judge.
In the fourth stanza, we are given the identity of the dead, and his wish for a noble burial and thanksgiving which never came to past.

POETIC DEVICES
 
Diction: The poet’s diction is the simple direct medium of prose. The language had to do with the politician’s inner wish for a rich burial and his ultimate ‘gutter’ burial. 
 
Enjambment: Lines 26 – 28, ‘We only cover the stinking making darkness of the cave of our months and ask our father who is in hell to judge him’.
 
Rhetorical Questions:  Stanza 3 and 4, i.e. lines 14, 16, and 17. “Isn’t our flag red, black and white? “Who could signal yellow, when we had to leave politics to the experts?
 
Metaphor: as ‘stinking darkness’.
 
Personification: Line 11, where “the red plate” is said to weep like human being.
 
Onomatopoeia: Line 7, ‘stuttering’.
 
Alliteration: Line 23, “…let lice lick…”
 
Repetition: Lines 24 and 25, “…money speaks madam”
 

THEMES
 
1.     Politics as a dirty game
 
2.     The theme of moderation and self-control
 
3.     The distinction between wish and reality
 
4.     The reality of life.
 

MOOD
 
The mood of the poem is that of melancholy. These are the feelings of sadness and
 
 unfulfilled expectations in the poem.


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