Wednesday, June 6, 2012

New Year 2008

In the early hours
of a new year
bursts of firecrackers
cold December air
the smell of gunpowder
and renewed hope
rose high
sound couldn’t quite separate
fake fire from real
as a man lay dead
from a bullet to the chest
at a kovil in Colombo

Where he was
praying for peace.

(From Stitch your Eyelids Shut Colombo, Akna: 2010)

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