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Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Death on a Monsoon Night

The pregnant nimbus cloud rolled in slowly from the sea,

over the backwaters, over the dirty patch of sand;

The cocunut palms standing like nine pins tore into her belly

splattering drops of white blood staining the sand.

A long shuddering scream from her dark mouth

drowned in the banshee shriek of the wind

Her flashing eyes merged in the brilliance of a thunderbolt

the roar of thunder masking the sounds of her death throes.

          Her carcass broke into a million pieces, her juices mixed with

          the rivulets of white blood rapidly turning dark

          Rushing back to sea from whence it came, in a primordial urge

          back to the womb, back to birth, to death and back.

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