after Neruda
come and see
come and see
no blood in
the poem
clapping
and ovation
soaring ballerine
once again
old aesthetics
curls up
bones transparent
in moonlight
drowned in
frescos
Debussy being played
over
Syria or Palestine
for clarity
come and see
come and see
no blood
they’re
empty mussels resounding in
Auschwitz
i’ve long forgotten
Debasis Mukhopadhyay
.