Sujata Bhatt

His Brother’s Knife

He used his brother’s knife again —
but then he lost it. What he did is anyone’s guess.

Those boys caught five hares and a raven.
What will they do next?

Remember, human beings are mortal.
How did they learn to kill?

His sleep is the image of death —
but will he smile in death?

The streets in this town are dirty —
and the rain only adds to the stench.

The eyes of that girl are so blue —
I tell you, she’s our witness.