satishverma
Mammoth Blackness
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You had left me reeling
under the bluebells,
like a trembling leaf, like wheels
in human conflict.
Trying to learn the democracy
of honeybees, like the
cohesiveness of fireants,
Handcuffed, staying in
solitary confinement, hitting at
the walls. Chipping away
the ungrateful.
The triage will leave me
unattended. The road...
do you think, it will be visible?
The stars will listen,
night will not.
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