The new clock
and my heart is a crocodile mimicking death. I seek God in a temple
I bought a new clock. When the needles move clockwise, those are days
I am dead. Once in a blue moon, they move anti-clockwise and I am forced
to resuscitate myself. My slippers carry my heart like a kangaroo pouch
and my heart is a crocodile mimicking death. I seek God in a temple
ransacked to ruins and pray in a tongue my great-grandfather lost
at Babel. My Prophet is sued on charges of trespassing my privacy
and is cast into Hell. One day, a thousand Sun will extinguish and
I'll gift my clock to either Satan or AntiChrist. Whom should I choose?
Ankur Jyoti Saikia (he/ him) is a forestry researcher based in India who believes in his self-coined maxim 'scribble, submit, repeat.' Twitter & Instagram: @amythfromassam
