Statecraft

Delta. I was the fourth child. The delta connection of a triangular love. No blues. Only cottony belly. My copper coins. I want to save them for making talismans. My arms are entwined like a python around the neck of a medusa. That hairy push of a trident. The stinging tentacles. The polyp was enlarging. Now the snake was shedding the skin. Statesmen. They change their colour like chamaeleon. Prehensile tail trailing behind the witch- craft of black goddess. Satish Verma