Lifting The Hem Of The Nation
The barbwire hoops across
the yard of the nation.
Sunlight yields a naked notion-
‘no one needs to hide their sharp objects.’
I’ve heard this way evolution
skips a few millennia.
This way the children of the war
out of heavy metal and thin plastic.
This way the autopsy reveals
rusty handcarts for their hearts.
Veins scurry and forage alms, stale breads, water
and store them for the future.
Down the stairs of their spines, blind mice
evade hawk’s eyes.
©Kushal Poddar all rights reserved
Edited the online magazine Words Surfacing. Authored The Circus Came To My Island (Spare Change Press, Ohio), A Place For Your Ghost Animals (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), Understanding The Neighborhood (BRP, Australia), Scratches Within (Barbara Maat, Florida), Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems (BRP, Australia), Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems (Hawakal Publishers, India), and now Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel (Alien Buddha Press).
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