A Crowd Pyramid

It was a very ordinary day uncelebrated. A nephrite sits on the flanks, I gravitate between smile and tears. What will happen, had not happened earlier, moon will walk away from the sun, to sit in dark unhealed and unsutured. It was the day of son of the soil, beheading by a sword the language and speech. How can you divide the sky, the trees, the rivers ? And the flock descends on the chairs to watch the art of decapitation. Satish Verma