Mammoth Blackness

Satish Verma

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.