Blackout poems #10 & #13

...I've been redacting again!

Blackout poem #10

I don’t think I’m ever going to walk away
from wild and ancient roots.
Take care.
All the gods in India are animals.
You see what I mean?

Blackout poem #13:

Born, lived and died at sea,
pushed to the corners of ancestral memory,
except for a rumour.
The very last,
the last of the sea,
the coast,
the end of fishermen.

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