Lekhny composition -20-May-2022

Manisha Bharti

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Lekhny composition -20-May-2022

The letter

LETTERS FOR THE DEAD

The air darkened toward morning the slag heap's yellow flame paled against the sky

on the sill the old wren slept till noon I wakened read the paper

and thought of you one by one and tried to hold your faces in my eyes

tried to say

something to each of you of what it is

without you

the winter sun dipped below the stacks the chilled tea whitened in my cup

The drugstore fired your mother she dried and hardened

the butcher never returned

to beat his soft palms

against the door his stiff coveralls hang in the closer your briefcase bulged with rusting tools

9 Comments

21-May-2022 12:22 PM

Amazing

21-May-2022 10:51 AM

Nice

21-May-2022 10:38 AM

Nice