Unravelling
It was a sex attack
in burning clairvoyance.
You cannot catch me
in catastrophic moment.
A hard core **** has
the piety for a lone wolf.
Unclothed, a courier
walks into a shower of bullets.
A hospital waits for the
wounded god returning home.
On the scrubland you place at the
end a coffined prophet, smiling.
Sleepless, sleeping on ambers
you recite a blind epitaph.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2012
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