3 | முதலைகளின் சுதந்திரம்

By and | 31 October 2020

Crocodiles
graze on the entrails of afternoons.

Wearing his dentures
Grandpa would walk down the street to the shops.

In those places now
they sell crocodiles in tents.

Suddenly the wind might blow.
The tents hold on to their sides,
cheerful enough,
though eaten by crocodile.

If Grandpa were still here,
he’d be selling balloons like crocodiles.
You ask: where can we buy crocodiles?

Saturday afternoon lies with its mouth wide open
a wallet hurriedly stuffed with money.
A mouth opens like a city
a fluid-filled sac or saclike cavity
a purse
Saturday midnight.

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