The Spot Poem by Sharad Rajimwale

There is a spot
where one wall meets
the other
at a quiet angle
and the stairway
stops awhile
for a short breath
to resume again
in a cascading tumble....
there is a blotch there
on the wall
an ugly, filthy stain
of red spit
gathered over years
or ages, who knows
demolishing all culture
ripping all sense
of civility
spread like a uncouth paw
big and savage.