June 2025 – elancharan gunasekaran

in volcanic sand a unicorn draws labyrinths with its horn

beneath boots the earth splits and the mutiny of nature continues

a forest recites your lore in birdsong seven moons long

vile beasts disguised as children ringing bells and laughing along the pale river

heroes devolve from the trauma and crawl back into cocoons

one vision shows that you never left your glass prison and another shows you trying to stay afloat in a catastrophic whirlpool

ritual: smoke rises shaped like a pilgrim impaled by war spears

the bard was set on fire and he sang his last to an empty throne

the summer mist wakes to the humming in the hills

she walks the cracked earth with a staff grown from contagion and fills skull jars with disease