literature – Page 65 – elancharan gunasekaran

ungodly designs of the flesh ruminating with eyes wide open in the light after dawn

the mist lingers above the concrete a predator ready to dive into bones

I’m looking at separated lands and displaced people and inside me something inside me stirs and tears perhaps it is a thing called conscience a soul maybe a mutter a flutter it comes from within and I listen and allow it to shape me maybe listen give the voice inside you a chance to speak

moths circle the fractured fire and sadly none will die tonight

within this space of summer halos rust and assimilate into flesh

the tongue offers manicured words and vanishes into the mouth of dust

the songs of the bone choir raises towers of salt along the coast

a taste of thunder and the city forgets shape

first rays of dawn carve doors in the dark

you kneel and the rage eats you alive from within