The Naked Truth Poem by krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

I looked into those empty sockets
Perhaps, they had beautiful eyes once
I looked beyond into the white hollow
Perhaps, dreams once inhabited there

On a frame wired and screwed in place
Bare she stood naked to the bone
A rib cage without a pulsating heart
And a teasing smile on invisible lips

The smile greeting each of us who came to stare
Outside the glassy frame where she stands
And I heard her whisper soft
“Some day you will all be worse than me”
Burnt to cinder or food for worms
And leave not a trace, save a sepia stain
Framed on some peeling plastered wall
The process of dying must go on and on”