The night slept alone
dreams had cloaked the day
Category: English
Necropsy
Her tender skin sprouts
green shoots
a wreath,
at the foot of tree
she was buried.
On the trunk
her face appeared, a
morphed stump.
The bark, her coffin
split, where demons clawed.
A number, worms out
indelible scars, 452.
Frozen chambers of mortuary
await the next,
a child, a girl, a dalit, a musalman.
A cattle herder.
Or, the silent you, you and you.
To the 8 year old Kathua girl, durgged, raped and murdered.
mistress of dark nights
I cultivate you
O Moon,
seeding ribbons of light
shredded memories
one more sliver
one last
each night
from the faint glimmer
like a whisper
to a crescent
to an incandescent
disk of dark love.
From a crescent
to a glowing halo
you show off
O Moon
like a mistress
of dark Saturday nights.
whispers
Whispers of breeze
run through the veins
of fallen leaves.
O Atticus
Behind that mask
You choke on words,
Unsaid.
O Atticus.
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