In the curfew
mist lifts
road are besotted by stray dogs policemen
and inside houses
the television waits
announcing finally of let up of hours
Three more dead
situation is ‘normal’
swirling around heads, in
“sensitive” areas
normalcy has too many
wounds and gashes
needs to be hospitalized
along with the living
the dead need to be morgued
their memories to be written in graves
and they pointing accusing
fingers at skies
the killers are guilty
of not killing more
the administration is happy
that things were “tight”
loosen, slowly from clutches of the dead,
they need resurrection.