EARTHLY WOUNDS

Anatomy of fear,
is revealed before me.
Like a red flower opens.
A shadowless figure, deathly-white
holds my hand.


You watch the wounded earth
athirst, fumbling to catch the
greens. Vomited blood when her womb
was upturned to release the metal.

Civet will leave the trail on convicted
grass. The iron grip of greedy
windows. The red ant hills were
spewing white eggs. Now rains
were coming.

Unkempt my house waits for
the ending of truth. What I mean
you will not know. The law always finds
a black veil to cover the face.

Satish Verma