Kash Baloch — Poetry on Identity, Love, and Survival

I - Bones rattled and teeth chattered,  like unwanted shrapnel from some unsavoury stew.  Smiling whilst administering lethal injections  that painted both our lips blue— even Gestapo couldn't be callous like you. II - Cleansing rain falls from clouds  onto my caterwauling heart,  rescuing it from the extreme state  where its mouth was blistered and parched.  Today—I have been granted a fresh start. III -  Ablaze again; amazed, by the ways  I have evolved into a better man.  Not terracotta delicate but rather,  resilient as rock.  Baked but bathing in the beat  of brilliant song. IV - Recycle, reuse, reduce, then rinse,  and finally repeat.  The regrowth that left me reborn  buried itself beneath the Beeches, and below the streets;  a cycle come full circle and complete. V - With little visibility,  all I could do was b...