above: surreal photo manipulations by Sarolta Ban 

What the crows speak
reek of unseen flashbacks -
'black nacht, KKK meet,
my grand pop erases
his blood roots in reverse double helix;

sent to moon, he lifts his foot
for the sake of the history,
and what a hoot, the pennon of all glory
trembles in an will-o'-wisp wind;

a camp of condensed contempt,
my grand pop jostles my grand pop
to the chamber of gas, not before
extracting the shines from his teeth;

he could have lived to see
metal rolling in to reign the other metal,
and mettle remains insane.

What the crows caw 
they've been saying for centuries.

Kushal Poddar authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, “A Place For Your Ghost Animals” , “Understanding The Neighborhood”, “Scratches Within”, “Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems”  “Eternity Restoration Project, New and Selected Works” and “Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse”