Tag: tanka

autumn the masses pay to be inspired

disconnected from the city dreams this skin

swallowed whole the stray who barked at the fog

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