A Walk With My Bony Love (Waste Land Vision) Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

A Walk With My Bony Love (Waste Land Vision)



In the waste land
Arid, sterile and barren
I with my skeletoned beloved,
Bony, frail and feeble,
Going to make a home,
In a world
Raked by acid rain, climate change
And atomic summer.

God, save us,
God, O God!

Friday, May 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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