The Shadow Inspector Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

The Shadow Inspector

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Desearted bushy moor
Laid down beneath a lone evening-tree
Marsh around
Snake crawling accross the morass
Cricket creaking
The sky overcast
Plants sensitive to the wind
Shook getting a stink
I am dead long long time ago
Decomposed body rotting
Flesh scattered, bones out...

The shadow inspector came
Started writing accounts

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