a screeching halt
the bottle of malt
turning the other way
a mirror cracks implosive is the wrath
explosive is the moth
a horse drawn car in fatigue
those overground
never understand gun shots
in milling crowds.
they pull the whisky
deflate anything that is risky
and wear the afflatus
we cower, hide our faces
and drag our bodies into
hollow pits.

Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India. He has been writing and publishing poetry for the last thirty years, and his poetry has appeared in numerous online publications. He holds a doctoral on the novels of William Golding and currently is a senior academic in India's Indira Gandhi National Open University. Read other articles by Ananya S..