monostich – elancharan gunasekaran

spring: gently made of the desires we yearn to hold

illuminated by quiet street lamps a ball of mist dances on its axis

lying in the darkness you come to realize the one truth: where we wake is where we end

bodies pile upon my brown self and know that when i say this i say it with love: home

the day’s hunt is over: ears find the source of the kingfisher’s song

overeager bodies battle the rain throwing fists and psychotic tantrums all for name and glory in this mad war

homebody: the system has crashed roll up your skin and hide your limbs

filling the mute man’s moans with birdsong spring mynahs puff their chests with pride

dark before dawn the rain has a mind made of quantum drizzles

apocalypse denied: god bless the mynah who spoke the tongue of the serpent