Below is one of the contest entries.
With dawning of dust on the skeletons of space a morning appeared in form and frame a ballet of blow danced in disgrace kneeling on graves of the green. Limbs were stolen from bodies and hands skewed without strength, skulls shoveled while slurping smoke they licked their lesions like desserts of delicacy the others drugged the doom with honey from a hive. Obituaries were buried with busts of brass the rest fumed to froth ghosts of graves scold the sound retelling the romance of rats tamed in tyranny, wrinkles waning to waste recall the struggle of the shells and stones that staged a show of loathe and love six decades ago, the lamp has been lighted that legacy needs a will.
— Rinzu Rajan
All Poems Submitted to the Contest