Caged Bird

Penchant for bats. Always
nocturnal./ Sustained flight.
Eyes piercing./ Incisors ready to
dig in you with anticoagulant saliva.
Your echolocation will attract
more suicides./ Don’t write
poems about leitmotivs.
I will say.

An imaginary withdrawl.
I am no more in your eyes. A sheep
jumps from the cliff.
You start a bonfire / of all your wins
as a signal. The immaculate dawn rising.
Killing me.

Satish Verma