One Tire Burst Away From The Chaos.

A tire bursts, the gully holds 
the edge of its last brick
and watches. The road hardens
it flesh. The wind rushes,
and goosebumps, the trees feel.

Even a loud hush can trigger a riot.

They removed the remains, took
her away, and what remains 
moans aloud, out of the hearing’s reach,
writhes and then settles down until 
that tire bursts. It stands at the crossroads 
with a candlestick and a dynamite.

 

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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor

 

Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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