Scream

Saw this poem by a contemporary Indian poet and some of the images really strike me as haunting and bleak... but there are some parts that I still don't quite get from the poem...Posted it on DPS (S) to find out what others can interpret from it but so far no reply yet... wonder if any of you guys have any ideas....

(From Random Descent, 2005)
Scream
by Jayanta Mahapatra

A scream never ends. It tries
to be kind, but our hatred keeps
coming between us. The night stands
like a conqueror over it, the spear of darkness
held in her hands, the centre of everything.

Like a dark stubborn child, the scream.
Like its mother, cold, aloof.
It is inside my head all the time,
as days and shadows pass by,
till it wakens me to a different reality,
till it dislikes me for its throne's sake.

Ashes of sobs, the baying of hounds,
the snarling jaws of ceremony, the vomit of iron.
A scream tests warm, small innocences,
divests the long moment of its manhood.

Wild as the Dance, the Winds and Flood,
its deep streets are mortared with bone and blood.
Blindfold your scream again, sweet Mariam,
with the quick blood flowing down your seven-year thighs.