I searched an old man's coat for
the last thing i could remember about him
Inside,i found three dead crows,
tied beneath his nipples,
There were dogs with their ribs
scattered over the pavement,that would walk
upto him to snuff
his soul and return to being bones
everytime the sun fell flat at his feet
He did not bark till his last breath
dropped back down his throat
Death was the only house on the curb
he couldn't cross,
for beyond the graveyard,they say
"the road is straight"
the last thing i could remember about him
Inside,i found three dead crows,
tied beneath his nipples,
There were dogs with their ribs
scattered over the pavement,that would walk
upto him to snuff
his soul and return to being bones
everytime the sun fell flat at his feet
He did not bark till his last breath
dropped back down his throat
Death was the only house on the curb
he couldn't cross,
for beyond the graveyard,they say
"the road is straight"
and its so ironic that we look for shortcuts in life
ReplyDeleteManik! I can always come here and find not only a kindred spirit, but one darker than mine. There are days when I think that no such person exists, but then here you are. I loved this. More than the meaningfulness of this poem, I loved the originality...the math of words, how they came together as 2 + 2 equal more than 4. Way more. Wonderful poem.
ReplyDeleteNeha,
ReplyDeleteand end up twisted ourselves into the many road's we thought we would travel
Annie,
I hope you are well my friend..The math of words is as weak as the physics of them...i don't want to teach any and you don't want to know...take care