the grim wrapper

persistent din of ant noise

contrasts the plateau of silence which chadors my courtyard

broken only by the last bus from town

usually indicating to me to wrap things up

to stop wrapping up the dead

call it a day,the bus says,as it hoots past and dies

but not tonight

as it stops at my gates

seems like my wait is finally over….

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