A Titanic Cloud
A titanic cloud in the shape of an angel’s corpse provides respite from the sun for a moment as I pass it looking up from my car from the motorway. Falling between worlds, the body is downward facing, but floats on, for passing it is passing a living moment. Which is truer of a cloud: its passing, or ours? The colossal corpse keeps within itself the sun hidden in the guise of a moon. Take it back, Shaheed-e-Azam; why spoil us thus way? This corpse allows man to look right back in the eye the great tyrant of the skies. Something that without its death We would dare not do. But is it worth it? Promethean cloud, what have you died for? In holding the sun you look shot-through and midday has turned to twilight. I dream vainly of being a cloud-ruler, for the titans are amongst the whole world And yet, at once, nowhere on Earth. I’ll drive on and this moment will pass. Immaterial. by Kishan KatiraFeatured image legacy
