Falling Apart
You are now standing
at epicenter
of violence.
It was an original trauma
for unknowables.
You intend to stride
straight through frozen limbs
cuddling the statement in love
with slaughter.
The alveoli will speak
for corrugated windows.
Going nowhere from here
to find the answers for fallen truths.
I have not understood
the concept of lying nude
in terror.
Musical chairs
will decide.
Who wins the bomb ?
Satish Verma
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