Burials

 

The bones unburied, halfway in

fossilization, reveal what might have been

the spokes of sun or the trellis of an ancient leaf,

and the canine who concealed the ossein had thinned out of flesh

long winters ago when my father had to lie about death,

no, about the ways of the life. 

He heaved and hauled my weight to the pet cemetery. 

Innocence was the flesh of my dog.

 

 

 

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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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