September 8, 2005
He lays there in the street
Slumber undisturbed by cars
His lips distorted in a rectos grin
Unblinking eyes open to the stars.
His knees drawn up in rigor’s grip
No, not Bombay nor is it Calicutt,
The beads are lost, the masque is gone,
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