by Shome Dasgupta

let beams be slant: let it be,
go forth boneless beams–
bent like bent like bent like twigs
so broken–core of world,
sun-locked shredded strays:
beams, bricks upon bricks
cemented in a mind lost by life–
what doesn’t it all mean? when revealed,
slipped voices to recognize–
we know no better, between real and creviced
slits and slots meant for dew and sorrow:
so goes body of earth, world in itself–
let it be forgotten, for us–lost intangible skin

Shome Dasgupta is the author of i am here And You Are Gone (Winner Of The 2010 OW Press Fiction Chapbook Contest), The Seagull And The Urn (HarperCollins India), Anklet And Other Stories (Golden Antelope Press), Pretend I Am Someone You Like (Livingston Press), and Mute (Tolsun Books). He lives in Lafayette, LA and can be found at www.shomedome.com