recursive deaths, by Sudeep Adhikari

I am not a silent poet

did you find the gold in sand
where the solar ores
mixes seamlessly
with the rivers
of your fragile bones?

as the bodybags
come home
through the doors,

in the shape of horizontal deaths,

the air is soiled by the salts
of screaming earths

it was already your ghost
that left; to keep dying in a cycle
of indefinite recursion.


[According to 2016 Aljazeera’s report: In total, more than 5,000 workers from Nepal have died working abroad (mostly Middle-East) since 2008 – more than the number of US troops killed in the Iraq War. The cause has been named as Sudden Unexplained Nocturnal Death Syndrome, a mysterious serial-killer which likes to haunt the poor in their sleep.]


Sudeep Adhikari is a structural engineer/Lecturer from Kathmandu, Nepal.  His recent publications were with Beatnik Cowboys, Chiron Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Midnight Lane Boutique, Occulum, Silver Birch Press and Eunoia…

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