| Friday, 01 May 2026 | Print
I found them on that fateful day.
nearby, was a morning silence,
like a tool in hand of hiding rivers
that meets between, and pouring
into one of a different diversion,
that took its water, going as one.
and on that shade of a sun,
a saw zips on shared hands, killing
something large to its smallest blade.
kind of chewing food, dust into dust.
and between a cut of beautiful pain
are lines of a peaceful measure
far, below, between, above.
They murdered a giant today.
But what surprised a matter of day
was not how they killed this legend,
ants slicing parts, away from it,
But how the ants spread, running
from my slip of a tiniest stone
of a shadow, from where I hid.
Coyright@John Jolam
Posted 1:52 pm | Friday, 01 May 2026
globalpoetandpoetry.com | Faruk Ahmed Roni
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