Poetry

It was the intense
pain, when you turned suddenly
to watch the queen's dilemma.

Seldom you go for
apartheid. What was the space
between the grains?

Roll up your sleeves
and walk out the door to meet
the snake charmer in light.

A sliver supports
the kiss of unaltered agony and
that human touch saves life.

A flock of birds
commits suicide, crashing
on the fractured faith.