The ginnel runs
into the man.
In the dark it halts.
In the dark the passage
is the man. The man says,
“Hello.” The lime stones
are old, cold, obscure.
The man is no one’s friend.
They talk about the troll, the myth.
The man says,
“I’m its replacement.
Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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