Saturday, December 29, 2012
I cannot go to sleep for lack of evidence.
The world is alive in a dog's bark tonight.
A Dawkins daughter-to letter is evidence
Of a lack of evidence for not sleeping.
A buzzing mosquito is material evidence
Of its aliveness and my wakefulness.
The dog's bark is a collateral evidence.
These tidbits-they add up to a lack of girl.
This my typing is evidence the girl is dead
And flying as a thing to embrace her fire
Amid a thousand candles that had walked
A sorrow enacted, a mime staged in dark.
The young woman whose rape and torture by six hoodlums on a Delhi bus shook a nation’s conscience died early on Saturday,
Posted at 06:19 pm by adukuri