By Alvaro Marin Mondragon. “Dorm Room Pop” is published by Alvaro Marin Mondragon.
Silence beats down on my eardrums.
Colour-sapped characters fluttering like butterflies.
A frenzy of men robed with authority plotting
a plan etched in chalk on blackboard.
A tube rising like a skyscraper toward the stars
packaged with a bullet — filled with men.
Smoke billows from a freshly lit fire, rising to the skies.
The man on the moon, blinded by the bullet
that wedged itself in his eye.
I guess the moon is made of cheese,
cheese that oozes from the wound of a bullet.
Naina opened the Bangladesh Military symbol emblished envelope and took out the letter . She unfolded the letter carefully . His handwritting was sloppier than before . We got to south east sector…