Ankur Agarwal is from India. His poetry has been published before in, among others, "Paper Wall", "Barnwood Poetry Magazine", and "Cha: An Asian Literary Journal". He works as a freelance copy editor, and loves travelling and playing card games, especially sheepshead, polignac and gin rummy. He also reviews cinema, primarily European and Indian, at http://indmoviereview.blogspot.com
Where only the leaf went
the voices fly,
ricocheting eyes, a water's edge
would be where we drape bodies,
but for now just moving ivory in tidbits
before knife falls on butter tray.
Now suspended in space and time
the eyelets stare skeane and skeane
the needles that puncture
ply and trade, as insects and ships fly about.
Now we roast tea and skins, for the feast soon to be.