A Reunion Or A ResurrectionThe man, falling into a seabed of high,
looks like Jesus, or so I
think, picking up his limp needle-marked limbs
the way a fisherman gathers his net –
this has been his empty day.
A van ferries the drunken sailors
to a place not better than this gutter.
It is a Saturday. Not that the fact matters.
I stare at the friggin big clock at the steeple.
Nighttime. Sleep o’clock. Air bears peat,
brine, waxed leather and something crossed
the threshold of death.
“Look, who’s here!” Says one drunkard
pointing to the passed out Jesus.
Three policemen shuts down the voices.
Inside flesh becomes one. Bodies, identity-less.
Kushal Poddar @Kushalpoe is a writer and visual artist and is the author of The Circus Came To My Island, A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood, Scratches Within, Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems, Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems and Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel (Alien Buddha Press). His e-book, Postmarked-Quarantine is forthcoming from Ice Floe Press in 2021. Author Page – amazon.com/author/kushalpoddar_thepoet
Banner and Images by Kushal Poddar.