Show Me Your Lines

It was a cosmic massacre.
But the business of god goes on.
Let the clampdown begin on the roses.

It is a war of eyes.
Relentless. Did you come from the moon?
Only stone structures are left in the lake.

Why did you stand against
the fire?. The blood dries up in the veins.
and the memory pricks the ocean.

Satish Verma