Roses
a few cards
—
get well
avenge
protect
shame
murder
hang
avenge
dinner
clothes
oh wait
avenge
yes
anger
must stop
injustice
avenge
—
cards
in flowery font
and roses
they smell old
but not precious
a few petals just
shying away on a thornless stem
after all
what use is a mere rose,
without a thorn?
—
calm and in grief
in pain and calm
a numbness
calm and pain
but comfort
a hand
caressing softly
love circles on your neck
down your chest
the circles greatly tighten
till they are rough and red and angry and weak
on the jugular
the hold
is not of security
but of threat
—
let it go
let it go
slow
bit by bit
whole
—
they are famished
and you are delicious
you are a lesson
to be taught
and learnt
you are now
a mere grip
a loveless grip
an empty shadow
your body melts
into iron and sweat
and light
dark dark light
a light so blind
it sees
slow
bit by bit
whole
it sees
and knows
that vision
was always this
a black diamond
in dying light
the night owns the diamond
the night knows
—
locked cries
under a blue carpet of water
you cry
above
none can hear
but every single eye
can see you die
slowly and graciously
under a loveless sky
a sky so vast
so giving of shelter
embracing
a loveless sky
is all the shelter
you could get
They saw you cry
They heard
and then what?
They saw you die
afraid
what if?
And then
slow
bit by bit
whole
a decoration
on the street
red and rubid and consumed
—
you are young and delicious and not at blame
chosen for the game
fortune fortune fortune
you are now a name
which no one knows
same–it has always been the same–same.
—
you were
a decoration
on the street
under victorian lamps
and fancy loveless skies
you were
a decoration on the street
and then there were more
in black and red
what? faces?
No–
their clothes, merely
were black and red and wet
with tears?
No
posters, paints, anger, pride
a media byte
some cried
some lied
did they care
did they not see you cry
all this while
for so many while
so many yous’
have they not seen you cry
before?
and die
bit by bit
whole
—
then they
in attires black and white
them.their hands of lead and metal and lust and death
and those with hearts of
black and night
what were they
?
decorations on the street
mere
under loveless skies
decorations on the street
Read 16 December, in Stanza, The Statesman
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