Stepped on in the dark,
the cockroach was crushed
to pulp. All night,
an army of ants have
scoured its flesh,
leaving the carcass behind to show me
the novel sight of myself
with wings that can no longer rise in flight
and stick legs – now redundant, of no use.
About this poem
Salma is a Tamil poet from South India who is taking part in our Commonwealth Poets United project.