The Poetry Kit |
| Ashok Niyogi | |||
FISH the cage thinks it has imprisoned an imaginary bird the bird thinks the cage is make believe such is comprehension without her we cannot quantify his grandeur dazzled by the infinite we stand pupils magnificent opaque white eyelids don't blink now all is revealed without him she would hardly be load bearer for divinity this is immersion we dredge deep for lake weed bearing algae for fish our puddles stand exorcised in the lake swims a reflection of the sun LONG GONE roaches scurry frantic bodies on fire upturn or plummet legs frenzied dance at a cobwebbed ceiling heavy on horizontals crisscrossing the sky roaches spawned in pesticide stiffen and die incessant mindless sing song of your name behind darkened eyes panicked wrestling with doubt festering in want of some amputation a little gangrene to spice up a cloistered day torture with red hot tongs of frail widows in submerged white cymbals clash taut on string while breaking out into spontaneous praise of the sweating sun on smelly bed sheets at midnight one more trough between pinnacles of faith hysteria is a terrible weight on a crushed chest the grinding of rib cage into spine. |
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