Disaster
The cult, the-
rape were also in play,
when Icarus flew out of Crete.
Carrying the sky
on your shoulders when
you were burning.
After visitation
I will write a poem
on the triumph of failure.
The dialect of body
will tear down the bed
unlearning the love.
Whom would-
you believe in distress
unforgiving the sword.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2015
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