Im under water
and it feels like a slaughter
the killing of my precious air
day dreaming that someones there
Hoping and praying for anyone
To come around and be the one
to rescue me, but I am alone
My soul took off from my body, it has flown
from this deoxygenated world to mine
I am now feeling shivers down my spine
I feel the trembling of my lungs
The absence of the life my body longs
for and craves, the life it needs
I am frozen in time as my nose bleeds
My stomach fills with acid, water
begins to sink into my airless lungs
i think people are yelling with cut off tongues
theyre muted, they cant be heard
I begin to feel weightless like a bird
I think Im starting to drown
I continue to sink and go down
deeper under this water
that feels like a slaughter
Categories:
deoxygenated, america, art, beach, beautiful,
Form: Rhyme
Pigments on rocks were darkening.
Violence had permeated like skunk.
Enough to go numb. Stream of blood.
Entire limbs were missing. You want to go
insane, deoxygenated.
The bomber was going to face a firing squad.
Were you ready to bring back the body
home ? Mother was wailing ?
Law was blind and absurd. A victim wants
the terrorist to live, arms severed, genitalia
blown off !
Was it in you, the violence ? Guilt in me ?
Are we not responsible ? As a price of sorrow
I resort to silence. Nonviolence accepts the evil,
the fact, the truth of now.
Fear? The decline ? A collective dying ? I
cannot cry. It hurts the arguments. I am
red and bruised. Will not survive the sunset.
The subsequent years are bleeding.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
deoxygenated, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?
We are not strangers here
Where this new landscape
Faints in its own vapid air
A mistrewn carcas, a drape
On mythos of my shape. I
Too exhausted by dilated sermons,
Would break bonds and fly,
Though a son. We cold tarpons
In in deoxygenated mud
Hang to stems of shrivelled bud
It was not their choice, this
New world of disaster, this change
That all beliefs and creeds twist
Into something new and strange.
The matrifocal world is based
On surrender, a voluntary gift
Of self to trust that never erased
Their worth. Here trust adrift
They raised their own falg and rule
The desolation's empty pool.
Categories:
deoxygenated, motherworld, trust,
Form: Verse