Oras Scrapers










Blood flowing down my scalp, 
heat that has released after a long sabbatical,
sabbatical

Hear the wringing sound of the rags you drop in town,
Soaked in all the rain, sweeped down the city drains
(Ooooh)
Merlot is the famed bringer of 
Sanguine Shame,
returning the gaze
of forlorn trains of thought of a once inhabited fortresses of a robust mind
(Oh Oh)
Robust minds
lingering 
like the graves
lining the scrap sold for the gain of a spade toiling in vain
Gouge those sockets out that let me witness this drought
I have seen enough
Unflinchingly still
at the marauder's bust in pain

By: Prajesh Konchady


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