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.





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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