In the Mirror

Stray dogs howl into broken glass
poisoned by
sealed silicon packets
hidden in
user friendly throwaways when
yesterdays are martyred today.

Fingers stray over strings,
melting into blood and dew
desert sand trickling through corn ears,
a symphony in anamnesis of a myopic era.

Morning chill
doodles on it’s moist back
wide eyed innocence
bridled to the tethers of
some secret desire to unhinge,
to don the unfitting clothes
of the child within.

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