by: Sreekanth Kopuri
something that crumbles
with the bruised touch
of the Silence,
the living weapon i need
to fight by, born without
a tongue,
a death with unbroken bones
dripping with dry beads of thirst –
the words
of its throat, muted by our thorns
of darkness in its flesh that fails
only to win
over the sharpened edges
of our beliefs that sickle
and hammer
to join hands with their objective
comrades that bluster against
the Word
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About the author
Sreekanth Kopuri is an Indian English poet from Machilipatnam, India. He was an alumni Writer in Residence, at Strange Days Books Greece. He recited his poetry and presented his research papers in many countries. His poems and research articles were widely published in journals like Heartland Review, Nebraska Writers Guild, Poetry Centre San Jose, Underground Writers Association, Word Fountain, A New Ulster, to mention a few. His book Poems of the Void was the finalist for the EYELANDS BOOKS AWARD. Kopuri is presently an independent research scholar in Contemporary Poetry, silence, and Holocaust poetry. He lives in his hometown Machilipatnam with his mother teaching and writing.
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