On the Name Of

only the half-truths engage the nightfall the thing of dawn asked to wait in pouring blows sponsored by sin of brutal torture burning the genitals pushing sand in mouth blood rimmed stool I become you sit on eat your dinner howling the election time you come hands folded me a hummingbird suspended in air waiting for the cage to open a little girl punished to stand in sun carrying bricks on shoulders slapped to fall unconscious give me another sky to behold restraint from whom SATISH VERMA