Evidence
I live inside a dead watch,
still and fixed in a perpetual moment
when the small killing bullet
inserted through the glass, shattered it and stuck.
The lifeless sound of Fur- Elise
gurgles inside this watch and with broken wings
roams midst the cage of the dial,
evading the touch of the cold nose of the bullet;-
the one which is embedded.
I can see the bloods spilled on the new carpet,
the fragments of fleshes, tissues
the hatred I cannot see but feel as if
it is choking me, throttling.
I whisper to the watch, “Don’t lie, once you swear.”
They put us in a plastic bag.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Comments: 52
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I know that a shattered watch is a metaphor for death, but somehow it's disconcerting when you jump back and forth between a watch-sized world (for instance, when the POV is inside the watch) and a human-sized world (in which there is blood and fragments of flesh).
Perhaps it would help if you clarifed the endling, in which the human is placed inside a body bag and the watch inside an evidence bag? This would carry your two size scales through to the end of the poem.
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