A Black Speech

Refusing to be 
healed. 
A wound will stay awake. 

Mired in bitter controversy, 
the captain said― 
the war was not a deliberate act of 
atoning for the soul. 

That prevents the sun 
to come out after a long night. 

You walk in the light years, 
gaunt and dazed, 
in pain of hunger. The words 
hang in shame. 

A city fails, for 
another voice of verse, 
in favour of renunciation.