Dying Light
Shrieking in the sea my knotted self
the lines on the palms spiders’ network gleaming with corpses that have no face
yet their funeral mirrors the eyes waving with dying light
Ram Krishna Singh's poem puts us inside a moment of panic and self-examination. The speaker pictures himself "shrieking in the sea," tangled and "knotted," as if drowning in his own confusion. Then the focus shifts suddenly to the palm of a hand.
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