a black moon walked
on a white desert
from unknown to unknown,
the violence was furiously evolving
the virus, was multiplying
by destruction, the greenness of green
was reduced barely to essential,
kelp had choked the shorelines
embracing unmathematical snares,
genes had become weightless and
were corroding the sane blameless,
you collect the roses overnight
for a perfumed burial of freedom
which did not get a square meal in peace
after crossing the river
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
unmathematical, art
Form: I do not know?