SERIAL DEPLETION

Effectively in givenness; 
stranger in one’s own house 
you search the detritus for a lost face. 

Stay closer to me, O walls 
I am catching fire. Draw the blood from 
my veins and taste me. 

The otherworldly glow 
of the compound was a testimony: 
you cannot buy democracy. 

What would you do 
with the waste of technology 
standing on a heap of shoes?

Satish Verma