From Beyound The Grave

Apr 27, 2023

1 min read

By Madhavi Sepuri Karri

In spite of the orange bright

Sunlight

In spite of the song of Helios

Strident

I feel a chill rack me

Head to foot

A gosling perhaps ambled

Over my crypt

I hear the rattle of my bones

Speaking of life that's brittle

It warms me up

This bone-dry wit

From beyond the grave

By Madhavi Sepuri Karri

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