(for Jack Foley)
This world’s soldiers pass
the cabinet in the shelled house
with our daughter inside, and
one opens the door, lowers his gun,
sighs a “Hush” and lets her exist
in that cell, the first one of many.
Cabinets infest the ruins, fill the city
with a child held within.
Their first word, ‘Hush’, builds hives
in their heads. They hum the same,
the new God’s name.
They can scratch the other end, wooden,
until a lucky patch opens
the code ‘Freedom’, the other world.
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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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