smoke plume rises from the deepest and darkest parts of the forest away from the eyes of gods
swatting at the housefly in orbit
beer for the moth never bargain with the void
door to door the mist with a bag of ice
dead fish tossed around like a toy river grave
a cape of cold winds for the unsung hero
never enough eyes to watch over the eternal fire
true to the bone i the godless man
safe space a raft floats along the moonlit shimmer
the kingfisher in the shadows calls for truce
elancharan gunasekaran 