I discern in my ashes
A speck of enervated life
Mauled and battered,
Sickened by the endless blight
Existing like a scattering moth
Engaged in an eternal strife
Away with the healer,
let it bleed
Away with the healer,
let it bleed
Down came the curtains,
on aeons of plight
29th June 2007. Published in US magazine, The News.
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