08 December, 2011

SLICES

Unimpeachable, 
the shrine wants to move on 
with snippets of pain. 
Man has failed the god. 

Teats were becoming omnivorous 
devouring the faces, ears and eyes. 
What would you like to eat 
stings or thorns? 


The curt bruises. Are you ready 
for the horses? The journey is long 
and tough to reach the citadel of truth. 
My hands are already bleeding. 

The betrayals. The foxes. The hyenas, but 
one love tigers. The majesty of kill. 
Why you are hiding the pen? 
Moon is riding on the church.

Satish Verma

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