Saturday, April 18, 2015


Medusa is knotting you up today
Into serpentine whorls
And me, whom you peeled off
Like snakeskin, ready, like
A palimpsest, for a fresher script
Millions of seconds passed me by
In the gloaming you left
The luminous moon weeps and weeps
Tears of abandonment in the penumbra
While the desultory world looks on
With a smattering of your indifference's effluvium
I ululate warbles of longing, requiems of grief
It was easy for you to shed your patina of furs
Leaving behind defenceless, yowling, inconsolable
The hungry infant entombed in me forever.

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