how quickly the ego forgets that it is wrapped in flesh
Tag: monostich
late noon the thunderstorm and so much more to fear
after dusk we table our insides and feed on our emotions
tourists mesmerized by the haze the death of your lungs
the forest has a different tale to tell after the rain
first light the ways of the flesh comes into focus
all the ways we could have drowned but we chose to stay
autumn before dawn the quiet reeks of violence
break the cycle when the last kid drops the gun for a book
ceasefire when the last soul has let go of vengeance and hate
elancharan gunasekaran 