Author: Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்

up in the winter trees shadows shift with predatory design

we return the frost and city to the night

dressed in white how do you tell the living from ghosts

disturbed by neon lights songbirds singing late into the night

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