Smallness Poem by Ram Krishna Singh

I live in a crowd of fakes
smallness rises with age

my mind has ceased to think
new metaphors hardly happen

hunger keeps me awake all night
I mitigate minginess

inner lives are emptied
and filled with fresh stresses

too many fault lines run through
to make sense of the divide

my passion itches and prompts
I nuzzle the virtual too

it's the same virus replicating
the same hackers that hurt

the vigour and rigour of
the new, left or pushed behind

whatever the remedy
wounds take deaths to heal