art – Page 90 – elancharan gunasekaran

with every toll of the bell rain buries an empire beneath secrets

end of the path pilgrims blossom in screams

hatched a pair of thunderbirds in my dream each wearing a robe of cinders that hummed of ash and electricity

after dark they salt their shadows to keep the forgotten things out

dying worlds crack like beetle shells between her teeth

a beast the shape of a question yawns and reality forgets

what of the mad gods you ask: they melt into puddles at the edge of the void

godly halos pawned for riddles and miracles eaten by stray dogs

the forest grim laughs coldly at your need for north as the lands warp and morph

quietly sails the margins of mist the spring moon