The Criminal Mind

“I do not possess a criminal mind.
My mind perpetrates the crimes.”
He says. His eyes remain on his
cuffed hands. His shoulders forge
an unfinished bridge, engineering flaws. 
I comprehend what has happened 
in the houses at the other side of the lane.
When we return, the Sun runs between 
two ends. It is a child, line survivor 
wearing blood over its raw flesh.
I pat its frame, feel the heat. Beneath 
the dark circle of my umbrella it
disappears. I shiver. Am I it in this noir?

Words and Picture Kushal Poddar