Poetry by Subhankar Das ≅ Art by Deana Plymale
As I was carrying the food tray
and looking for a place to sit
I was denied a chair in three tables
where others were having their breakfast.
The reply was always the same
they are waiting for someone.
I finally found a lone table
at a corner where I finished my food.
I left Stockholm after three days,
and went seeking other places
other lives in Europe
finally coming to Vienna in December.
I was in a youth hostel there
and trying again to find a place with my food tray.
I saw a guy sitting all alone
at the end of a huge table.
So I took a chair on the farthest corner
and sat there..
From the corner of my eye I saw
him looking up with a start.
He stood up with his tray
and moved away with some other group.
Go fuck yourself I thought
I cannot stand all day
to find an empty table
and I was damn hungry
Who cares if he thought
I was a bimbo,
who might bit his crotch to pieces.
I ate and remembered my friend a black poet
Who said—‘You don’t even exist man.
This world is divided between White and Black people.
The power equation and everything
goes like that.
You are colored and so you do not exist
in this game of power’.
But I did exist like a bad spirit.
After a few minutes my new friend
the Turkish-German football coach walked in.
He joined me
eating his food with his bare fingers
and we soon found we both have
~ Subhankar Das