The Corpus of a Country 

A doddery and nearsighted boatman 
goes, and the lore spins that he finds
the lads gone missing half a decade ago
on a riverine island part that rises
once in a random period of moon. 
The bodies, quiet and blended with 
the dead sound of that land, haven’t 
decayed in the tale  albeit we know 
what to tell and how to hide a few details.
In a few more days there will be
another election in the country. 
The boatman whistles the party’s catch-phrase.

Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor