The C.E.B.

The Ceylon Electricity Board Broke my heart last night.

[That’s CEB to the nation,
vilified and not without cause
but service-provider who gifts
but does not write in subsidy to bill]

The CEB

broke my heart last night;
interrupted sentence, wrecked thought
and drew me outside.

It’s close to Poya

and the moon is heavier
in her monthly pregnancy;
and the CEB had sliced her
neatly
four parts,
two squares
and two horns.

There are things

bigger than the CEB,
things the CEB cannot take
or break,
can cut
but will still come through
night and heartache
gift and theft;

The CEB broke my heart

last night
but couldn’t stop its mending. 

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