Apocalypse
written by: Kushal Poddar
@Kushalpoe
Remember this – no cops visit the neighborhood
since the pestilence. Let’s rob the powerless
ice-cream parlour naked.
The streets survive the fulmination of grass.
I devour a hodgepodge burger until I remember
hunger shall return to diminishing resources.
Let’s rob something. Naked.
Tim says, he needs to bury his mother
sometime soon. The refrigerator dies away.
I promise him to write a new series of funeral rites.
And a new religion. We lord the swarm. The fittest.
Kushal Poddar
Poet and a father, Kushal Poddar, edited a magazine - ‘Words Surfacing’, authored seven volumes of poetry including ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, 'A Place For Your Ghost Animals', 'Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems' and 'Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel'.
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