for my brother, Robert

Even at two, the moon still high,
a razor passes my eyes,
but you know it was the last film
we talked about, the last scene,
before you rode home with my soul,

left me some memories like
your dog returning my conscience,
your proposing that we should fool
our friends by wearing each others’ skins.
And imagine having a twin
and never meeting him. Now
imagine the hooves of ghost horse
and his barking dog sewing
the columns of haze, bearing
the treasure of loss, inheritance.

Kushal Poddar is widely published in several countries. Prestigious anthologies include Men in the Company of Women and Penn International MK. He has been featured in various radio programs in Canada and the USA, and collaborated with photographers for an exhibition in Venice and with performers for several audio publications.

He is a lawyer and an English teacher, presently living in Kolkata and writing poetry and fiction, and sketching for an art-poem book. He authored The Circus Came To My Island (Spare Change Press, Ohio) and A Place For Your Ghost Animals (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), and his forthcoming book is Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse.

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