Author: Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்

void deck funeral the living celebrate the dead

the night crow’s cry fingers fumble with the keys

buried under a sky of fire in our shell scrapes

cupping the cat’s face still pale blue his eyes

the slow and serene darkening of sky and skin

closing the circuit of limbs electric in the air

raised hairs the static builds flesh to flesh

the breath of the forest grim in a flowing mist

curled in a corner at the back of bus the rain finds me