Ambalavan Pokkanai Street, May 2009

A small kingdom or a big dream.
A death procession
on a debris strewn, sandy road.
All over the path
shit, corpses, wounds, people, vehicles.
Beneath feet crumbles
sand or hope?
The last bunker has broken.
The last para light
fallen into the sea.
The last bus
has taken the surrendered
and left.
Taking the last word
you too leave.