Cardinal Sins One cardinal cheeps near your sinful pane, open in summer wind, near your bedpost failing to disentangle the white shirt of the other man. You wear the black boxers, not yours. One sweeping finger can shift a paradigm, alter a filter the way they used to see differently with a new pair of contact lenses. Not that anything changes. Cardinal song, the sudden provocation of a new leaf, Bible in the bedside drawers, cigarette kills, and strangers may.
So Cool So Metal I opened your gun-safe this evening. I know you kept those bullets for a ticking stimulus, for a sudden provocation, but our neighbour played that wedding song again and again and again.
An author and a father, Kushal Poddar, edited a magazine - ‘Words Surfacing,’ authored seven volumes, including ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, 'A Place For Your Ghost Animals', 'Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems,' and 'Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel.' His works have been translated in ten languages. Find and follow him at amazon.com/author/kushalpoddar_thepoet