a poem a day by A.J.Rao


Some body laughs ,because
We live in the age of terror.
Door is not door when ajar.
That is how we rattle jokes

How we rattle a few bones.
Bones are inward laughter,
The ghost bones from fear
As they dance from death.

The way  we rattle poems.
Poems rattle in our bones
Over a laughter on the sly.
We are in an age of terror.

We are at the age of terror.
We see fear lurking in liver
And a rattle of fear sounds
Much like a bony laughter.


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