Opening The Fist

Scavenging the art
of life, you strip
to the bones …

The wild hunt for
the blue jay ends
in exile.

Time plays a cruel
game. You win, and are
served the crab apples.

Like Sylvia Plath―
you betray yourself,
but poems stop you.

A bling of your voice―
deflects the stardust.
A granite will become you.

Satish Verma