I’m a death baby by Debasis Mukhopadhyay

I am not a silent poet

After Anne Sexton
Hand me those marbles
Rolling down the map
Travelling back home
I can’t go home, back
I can’t leave home
I’m a death baby
I rock and rock
I’m all about the sea
No birds fell out of barrel bombs
No tomorrows pinned to the fence
Now I’m good enough to take root
Sleeping with bellyful of sea
Back home, I was a doll
Who would sleep like a doll
Merely deserved to be so
If you are here
Rock me
Penny for your thoughts, papa
I’m not a bird that flies
I lie low and heavy
A death baby
Previously published in 
Thirteen Myna Birds (October 2015).
My blog link: 
debasis mukhopadhyay

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