by Venkat


       they rolled merrily
       with tongues
       on these ears

        they hurled silences
        of their hearts
        on these nerves

        to their burrows neat
        and magical caves
        of hunger and delight

        pieces of their game
        pieces of leftovers
        pieces of love they hung

        I wore a silence, bright
        edges of my sword, alarmed
        bugle of command, on flags

feet in hush, to the sounds
of carts loaded, with sacks
of diction and rules
dressing burrows in fear
hiding caves, in the dark

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