Low Tide

Black basalt has risen
wearing an armour of
oyster shells.
Walk not over it,
for it can cut.

This is a procession
of black gods
questioning the fog
that has descended
upon them.

Wondering why they have
appeared here before
the mega-polis
and what it is that
they want.

So that they may for once
shout the slogan,
before the tide
robs them of their chance.


Chandan said...

Wonderful imagery there S. Delightful.

Sagar said...

Chandan~ Thanks. :)


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