shreya chatterjee - Blood

Blood is still oozing out from the deep slit…
A sheaved hand,
Few gapping mouth,
There was a blast here…
A duty-bound reporter mutters
Live on the camera…
Blood is pouring out…
The lines have their place
In each and every copy-
-Of Julius Caesar…
A wife has seen the nightmare…
Nothing new to talk about…
Many such unheard wives have seen such dreams
Night after night
Some before the death of their husbands and children,
Some after the fatal loss…
Some like Keats have wondered about the redness…
Some have just whipped it off
-For fresh blood to ooze out.

shreya chatterjee

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-26/