Daniel
Daniel’s degree on rack
his ladder wrung-less
his stool legless
his tongue cloud
his head Apu
He is Yorked
All around
everywhere, ice
hands frozen, glazier
tongues venomous; mouths
poisonous, ears made of stones
eyes projectors reflecting to blind
Shattered the mirror
Scattered, in pieces
Lifeless the faces
No central view
Even a single
candlelight
in town
He has applied for job
in line for interview
a poetic soul sold
his pen shelved
After years of sharpening
with knife of hardship
days and nights
sleepless and
penniless
Bye-bye
broken pen
condolences
My tomorrow
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