by Mitali Chakravarty, First published in Dissident Voice
Whether to break an egg
from the top or the bottom
was a complex issue for
Gulliver’s friends. They
warred with low-tech
arrows, roped in a giant
friend who showed the
world with his creator’s
pen the futility of such fights.
But now, looming in the
reddened, border-drawn
formerly unbordered skies,
war planes fly. Threats of
mushroom clouds instill fears
of absolute annihilation.
Life, land incarnadined with
wraiths of humans, …
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