Joy Goswami

(10 November 1954 - / Kolkata / India)

A dream-dead peacock, moon - Poem by Joy Goswami

A mound of earth a heart
Crowned by a set of bones playing
Bones. Dice. Bones.

A mound of earth, a heart
The ground awaits your spade and shovel
It's your right, so dig will you?

Clumps come away lumps of earth
Flesh earth flesh earth -
Dice. Bone. Dice.

Ulcer-lacerated the world
Is still afloat, offer it a fistful
Of earth a handful of heart -

What, afraid it'll kill you?

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 6, 2018

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