Dark Ages
The flushed sky reserves miniature
eyes
Enwrapped in bluish blanket
For the darkening city,
I’ll pluck all and paste it on
my forehead.
The blind city wonders at my
brightness
Fireflies and moths suck radiant
tits
Visiting every home to pass the
awesome light,
I’m losing my foresight.
I’ve been growing a child in my
belly
The world is round and so is my
navel
Circling adults who walk without
sights,
The child of mine is rage.
The flushed sky protects winking
eyes
Dotted tactfully over the mind’s
ignorance
Silencing the soured iron-clad
tongue,
I live open-mouthed.
I’ve engulfed scores of stars
and burst into millions of filaments
Stitching you with my belly,
Eat me now.
Arun Budhathoki, alias Daniel Song, is a Nepalese poet / writer / founding editor of The Applicant, a Kathmandu-based literary journal.
