Art work by Emily Kray
Remember this - no cops visit the neighborhood
since the pestilence. Let's rob the powerless
ice-cream parlor naked.
The streets survive the fulmination of grass.
I devour a hodgepodge burger until I remember
hunger shall return to diminishing resources.
Let's rob something. Naked.
Tim says, he needs to bury his mother
sometimes soon. The refrigerator dies away.
I promise him to write a new series of funeral rites.
And a new religion. We lord the swarm. The fittest.
A poet and a father, Kushal Poddar, edited a magazine - ‘Words Surfacing’, authored seven volumes of poetry including ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, 'A Place For Your Ghost Animals', 'Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems' and 'Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel'.
Find and follow him at - https://www.amazon.com/Kushal-Poddar/e/B07V8KCZ9P