Singing Dust

Bring out your integrity genesis is imploding in the murderous womb. Multilinear mutinies have started in red blooms igniting the sky. An old woman walks on the street eating the shadows of sun. The king will give her a gift of moon. How the earth has been flattened by the pawns of Resurrection? Life has never been the same. Purely undone for the death milk of silence in dark. The cow is sitting on the singing dust. Fear was not me I was listening the wheezing sound of changing winds. The snakes are coming out of the trenches. SATISH VERMA