ImplacableA Poem by Satish VermaThe moon titled her head and went inarticulate
The moon titled her head
and went inarticulate in black and white. Seeding the earth with stupor, undoing my― poem in water. An asteroid crashed in my blue lake. Sit beside me, I would say to a songbird. The cardinal sin was to abandon the throne and climb down at night. What was the designer's love, I will ask, when I was preparing myself for a self-denial. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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