Dissection

It was haemolysed 
the homeless night. 
Flagellation will bring out the truth. 

The bloody kerchief 
was thrown on a crowd. 
A new comet was sighted. 

Dust and ice were 
near the tears. 
Sun was rising. 

Something fell 
in the lake. Death was going 
to be celebrated. 

Flesh has emptied 
the juices. Now 
bones will laugh.

Satish Verma