Bright side of the earth by Debasis Mukhopadhyay

My eyes are smokescreen white
Maybe I will sleep
No bombs tonight
My skin in the dark of derelict home
Empties the bones of all fears
Hoping tonight
No bright side of the earth

The baby is lying in pieces
Buried beneath the crumbling walls
In sleep
Maybe I will feel around her eyes
No bombs tonight
No clouds to ring her body
No moon
So stuck open
In blood
No bright side of the earth

 

Debasis Mukhopadhyay‘s work has  appeared often on I Am Not A Silent Poet and has also appeared in many journals including The Curly Mind, Thirteen Myna Birds, Yellow Chair Review, Of/Which, Silver Birch Press, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Foliate Oak, Eunoia Review, Snapping Twig, With Painted Words, Fragments of Chiaroscuro, Words Surfacing, among others. He lives and writes in Montreal, Canada. Follow him at debasis mukhopadhyay or @dbasis_m on Twitter.