Human Lab

Half-buried in a mud pit, a polluter bares all, body and soul. Hands bound, ready to be stoned to death. A god was going to kill a god. A dense judgement of planet green of an unreliable sun scribbling a code of conduct. My god, I will go insane. Save my woods I say. How can be the adam was so naked running in a race gene altered ? My arthritic fingers again lift a mansion of gold leaves, dissolving the sky. Satish Verma