this poem dates from
the time she became
a whore.
now her dark lashes sing
a lovely song and
in mirror after mirror she
has a new face.
the city that we call ours
is a strange beast,
it will curl up now in her lap
and fall asleep.
© 2008 Ramesh Dohan
About the Poet:
Ramesh Dohan is a poet and short fiction writer hailing from the city of Vancouver, British Columbia,
with work having been previously published in The flask review, South Ocean Review, The Coffee Journal,
and Ascent Apsirations.
Dark Child
