Augur

 

The subtle divergence

between a tire’s puncture 

and a detonation

is lost to this dusk’s flyers.

Sombre shrapnels of feathery creatures

explode from light’s tangerine volary.

I shiver in my safehouse – 

perchance the drone of philosophers’ augur

about this world has found me.

Perchance sleep I no longer may achieve

without winning a Russian Roulette.

 

 

 

 

Kushal Poddar
Illustration Nick Victor

Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost AnimalsUnderstanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)

 


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