Paris at Night by Debasis Mukhopadhyay

Three matches lit one by one in the night
The first to see your face in its entirety
The second to see your eyes
The last to see your mouth
At Bataclan around 9.45 p.m. they opened fire
They were surprised at how quick we dropped
They reloaded just three times
The music all around reminded them of our
As they took a few follow-up shots on our heads
And we were all quiet after that
But our corpses are still rolling
And kill them again if they ever stop rolling
*The fragment in italics used in the beginning of the poem is from Jacques Prévert’s Parole.
Debasis Mukhopadhyay is a poet from Montreal. His poems have appeared most recently in over a dozen literary magazines such as Yellow Chair Review, Thirteen Myna Birds, With Painted Words (U.K.), Of/With, I am not a silent poet, Silver Birch Press, Foliate Oak, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Snapping Twig, Eunoia Review, Down in the Dirt, Fragments of Chiaroscuro, Words Surfacing, etc. Follow him at  debasis mukhopadhyay or @dbasis_m on Twitter.

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