Satish Verma Poet I do not know?

Avalanche

We forget,
the lethality of flesh,
beauty and terror of a chasm. A gorge
becomes a death trap, you are
buried in snow of unreasons.

It slips from the bones,coagulated
silence.It has its own voice,
when it transmits across our
failed arguments.The thirst lingers
on to stab each other.

Brotherhood.The birds were sharpening
their beaks,very discreetly.The black
sea waits for carcasses. I 
decide to donate my dead body to Anatomy
Lab.Eros ? Blank page ?




Satish Verma

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Nick Bagnall April 8, 2011 at 5:12 AM Ineresting, I seem to have come away with more questions than I arrived with, I really don't follow the last line. very though provoking, glad I passed by.