A Killing

Buried at sea
the dead man lives, as if a blood
in a reliquary.

Remains of a day 
were very volatile.The backlash
will start with a kiss of moon.

By the lack of a sin 
you meet an ambush
lying in wait.

The severed hand will 
hold the sunrise.
Who will write the epitaph ?

A stunning breast, over your
reflection, the red rains
come for celebration.



Satish Verma
UNREADABLE                                                    4 May 2011

It was a fake time,
moon will not rise.

Words were afloat 
on junk dna.

A stonefaced pseudonym
dies point-blank.

The surprise, the speed
was not on our radar.

The ravenous siblings
now asleep on walls.

Naive or disingenuous.
A sitting Buddha will decide.



Satish Verma

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