top of page



I’ve lived a live wire,

ricocheted, swayed to a snake

juicing whole cloves, whole cities


to their unholy waters —

but the street lights remain

glow-spot the stains

of monuments swallowed

to a pulp, paper-machéd

to an egg

that will never crack

or boil hard

any truth.


Show me your sunny side

And I will show you my shell.

© Sujatha Menon 2021

Track by Søjus 1 & Film by Paul Windridge

bottom of page