Stray Thoughts On His Birthday (For Markus Vinzent)
Poem By Shimanta Bhattacharyya
The cards dry up, friends fade.
Another day sloughs its skin
On the barbwires of memory.
The years fizzle out one by one
Like a row of streetlamps
Along a dark, lonely alley. But
Beneath the rubble of abandoned dreams
Stacked in his backyard,
Things remain much the same:
Only the wounds gape wider
The shadows loom ghostlier
And the day lasts longer