swallowed whole the stray who barked at the fog
Tag: poetry
from the well her bucket ripples with stars
nightfall we close the distance between lips
tired eyes the moon phases between blinks
wings spread the pigeon carcass refuses to fly
the pyre still burns long after we’re gone
the kingfisher looks into our concrete cave with pity
i was reminded of a time when this body of mine was but a tool for overlords
somewhere above us a man vomits a child cries but the rain always sings
raises its voice over the rain kingfisher at dawn