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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

The Butcher




Sharpening my knife,

I plunge it

into the flesh of time

chopping

chopping

chopping

chopping

chopping

me, in thin, fine slices...

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Balachandran, Trivandrum, 13-01-2009

Posted by Balachandran V at Tuesday, January 13, 2009

1 comment:

  1. P. VenugopalJanuary 14, 2009 at 1:50 PM

    Violent, the other side of the poet. This was not the intented; the echo is fearsome.

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