A Walk In The Evening Poem by Subin Scaria

While crows were playing
the last sheet of music in the electric strings,
I stepped into the redness of the evening.

A walk in the evening is always dangerous.
You have to witness the spewing blood from the sinking sun
Spreading the sea and air.
You have to see the constellations of rags
Over the footpaths, verandah, and even in the open ground
Creating the Orion for the single night.
You have to smell the lusty saliva
Dripping from the snake's rubbery tongue.
You have to feel the fondling of sweat,
The caress of tear, heaviness of breath.