no, thanks. no food here. no food now.
empty thresholds suffer hunger
and missed good-byes.
"no one keeps promises"
any time of dreams and nightmares
yet, who remains hungry?
drains and constellations dig out the same blue filth
- all that truly is
framed.
casualties are a way
of breathing. some times
a soul or two. sometimes
a tangled breach.
the music sauces none. no one is living.
yet.
After poem notes: It takes an ocean of suffering to forget. It only takes a death to remember.
© Susmita Paul 2013
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