Crows feast their eyes
on him.
They smell death.
His thin body is curled into a fist
...
They hold you tight.
friends, family
friends of family
smiling grocers
...
manju prasannan pillai works for the Government of India.She is a poet and also a writer on contemporary art.She writes for several newspapers and magazines. She lives in Bangalore, India.)
The Feast
Crows feast their eyes
on him.
They smell death.
His thin body is curled into a fist
roads roll down like red carpets
cars whizz past.
people pass him by
with a curious glance
too busy to save a hungry life.
I am glad he died,
cried his mother
death must be like heaven,
so soothing.
The crows caw
in agreement.
MANJU PRASANNAN PILLAI