Pictures, more than Words

Yesterday evening someone died in a car crash
it’s raining today because of that;
on concrete, doesn’t soften anything     .
Can you hear the ambulance wailing over the sound of
funk again?
Shine a light through my gullet doc
and you’ll see intestine walls lined with fishes
that I drew as a kid. Fishes, yeah. Plural.
Tried to warn them about war, doc.
Nobody listened.
I’ve felt love to be a grimy dirty thing
Like something shiny fell inside a gutter
Oh, I know gutters, still.
I know where things of curse bob their heads,
junk, jewellery and shit are friends
and that most people
like pictures, more than words.

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Rajosik Mitra

Rajosik writes based out of Kolkata where he was born, raised and is currently employed. His works have appeared in journals such as The Common, Indian Literature, The Bombay Review and various other print and online magazines.