Cleansing

It was a removed behavioral aspect
of a vivisection; 
the moon had left
the grey anatomy of earth.

Crazy,
yes the system shows
sheer lunacy. The prudence
was chasing a smoke.

A long winged golden eagle 
soars high for a prey of short limbs.
The opaque ankles
will not take the victim very far.

A cut-glass vase will have
an unrelenting rose, who was not
responsible for crucification,
like hawthorns.


Satish Verma
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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July 14, 2012 at 11:42 AM
Happy weekend to you Satish. I enjoyed reading your excellent poetry this morning. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. Love, Carol
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