Photo by Manidip Mandal on Unsplash

Animals, mostly holograms, flicker.
The roads to the woods
dream if they could meander back
inside our limbic systems.

We chance upon a tree
with an interior hollowness
hosting a hoot. No bird we see.
Our children wait for the circus.
Holograms after holograms.

We buy them candyflosses.
Rain cauterizes holes on the tent.
We should stay at home with screens on.

The n’th president denies the climate
and concentration of death.

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Kushal Poddar is author of numerous titles, including ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ with Alien Buddha Press.  You can find more of his work on his Amazon author page and @ kushalpoe on Twitter.