GASPING FOR BREATH
-
Ram
Krishna Singh (India)
Suddenly
through the spring
blows
hot the wind
circulating
colors of summer
shabby
roads and houses
dust
inside outside
melt
silence like tar
or
bleach skulls that thought
once, now
fossil like rocks
in
ageless hibernation
my
quest ends or stirs
lewd
rituals stomping
about
fresh bit in thongs
I don’t
know what it is
the
cheek of terror or sweat of skin
or
wind is gasping for breath?
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