Rushmila
Khan - Filthy Poor
Rushmila
Khan has an affinity for indie films and books. She recently founded her own
non-profit publication. Her book reviews have appeared on The Bookshelf and
poems on Orange Blush Zine.
Email: rushmilakhans@gmail.com
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Filthy Poor
Why
do poor men give birth to poorlings
Why
do they thrust such misery?
They
fall face first to the earth
They
eat the dirt off someone's feet
And
the sun rises
It
casts neither valor nor umbrage
The
insufficiency flourishes
Like
a bed of sunflowers
The
fractals of the honeycomb
The
branches of conjoint arterioles
They
suffer.
Why
do poor men give birth to bony ghosts
Born
ghosts and turned to ghosts
The
apparitions haunting their siblings
The
invisible saliva drips
The
silent noises make the only tunes they ever bear
There
is no music in the land of the starving
There
is no desire, no mercy
The
vertebrae shifts and cracks
There
is no history in all the marks
Just suffering.