Blameless

Rebirth of an anxiety, of an abstract thought, takes on the impossible of something left between false and true. Out of spite some body was betraying the life. A bodiless lie becomes an imposter beats the truth and walks away. You,dumbfounded,discover a malignancy in the roots of a crying tree. The soil bacteria were taking over the grains. The price of the sick crop, the insects, the greed of the state, where the normal man will go. The comets and the crabs are circling the island. Scratch the prophecy, and every man was turning against himself. Satish Verma