Morning Images Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

My images were diffused and meshed with a train’s song
That jostled with a bird-call in the morning’s silence
As the winter’s grass-cold seeped through bare feet
Consciousness became learning and then white screen of death
As a certain heart of lipid deposits became blue and unmoving
An abrupt epilogue to a life’s power point presentation.
A tree gave up consciousness, ready to feed the gardener’s fire
Unmindful birds chirped on its dead branches in the soft sun
Everything went on the usual, nothing mattered in real terms
Not even all those reddish-tinged, wistful copies of reality.