white dove have you come in peace or is that war in your wings
Month: January 2024
halfway through the conundrum of burning and yearning
we share our grief over a claw you shed gone cat never found
a week now i hope you find peace when you crossed over to the truth
cold synthetic leathered hands to hold the grey matter in place
stopped counting the ants i’ve flushed down the toilet
we replace the white dove with all this senseless talk of divinity
under the blanket your limbs birthed of playful fires
soft grey wings flapping against the rain after dawn
you my friend are a pundit whether you like it or not your silence speaks for you
elancharan gunasekaran 