She and Shadows
In the ways that she took by
There were people who eyed thigh,
When the hours grew darker
Her heart fastly went fainter.
On the lone and silent nights
When the whistles blowed every crevice,
And the dark concealed shadows in black
She felt black drapes stealing back.
Longed they her from every direction
Satchel bumped on tarred construction,
Shadows grabbed her thin hand fierce
Watch shattered in utter silence.
Satchel and watch and cloth all flyed
There she stood all bare on high,
Screams filled on every which way
Shadows kept roving in dauntless countenance.
—Prashant Tiwari