Coal Black O

 

 

I hide the metal and the flesh
in the cool bosom of quicklime,
say Grace, hear the heart deciding
on the aftertaste of silence
that an action savours as a chaser
to violence.

The onfall of the wind 
quivers the Zippo-flame.
The unlit cigarette sees an ember
and the act of its asphyxiation.
I can never leave you. May that act
never occur to this trice.

 

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Kushal Poddar 

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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