Become My Father

He did not want to climb the spiral helix, a son will be born without him. He said I want to become my father and see the decline. How for shall we go to investigate? An infant wrapped up in plastic explosive was going to be presented on dais. An unclothed carcass was lying between you and me, body donated for the study of failing restraints. How death would behave in broad daylight? The vasectomy did not work. Testosterone was still flowing. Reading Kafka, peanuts! We have come near emptiness of a tree, hollowed by white ants. SATISH VERMA