first light the ways of the flesh comes into focus
Tag: tanka
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
the storm outside uploading self to the darkest cloud
in bed dreaming of quiet tones of grey
dreams of the azure the collision of majestic waves
come find us between the dew and fogged whispers
slow wheeling this bag of meat to the misty hills
elancharan gunasekaran 