Stoneman
Posted: June 30, 2021 | Author: arunparia | Filed under: Poem, Poetry | Tags: A man dying in his sleep, Dream Blood Death, Horror, Murders of homeless, Serial Killing, The Stoneman of Calcutta | Leave a commentA stone knows not
other stones. It’s
called and cobbled thus.
A silence so neatly
proffered, so broken,
when it obliged,
when it’d hit and rushed.
There,
a silence; hush!
A split,
and above all-
left none, none there’s
except,
that’s a cardinal fault.
Stone and man
melted,
laid together till the madder’s rush,
thus
making blood.
Making street
beggar’s sweet dreaming
wistful, clot cold
on
cobblestones.
Before screaming,
news,
before
the morning jolt.