Violence In A Cup

Violence In A Cup

A Poem by Satish Verma
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The winged sex of the module/wants to stay naked.

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The winged sex of the 
module/wants to stay naked. 
Everything backs it up 
to become a suicide bomber 
on the beach. 

A cactus will not bloom tonight. 
A shirt was loaned to the 
tortured torso without head and limbs. 

She was possessed by a 
black spirit of a squirrel, 
which was killed by a hatchet. 

Bit by bit a moth was eaten alive 
by the ants. Only the dry wings 
were clapping.

© 2016 Satish Verma


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Added on May 12, 2016
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Tags: Life