BarrelingA Poem by Satish VermaThe limbs had the raw strength. They were learning
The limbs had the raw strength.
They were learning to walk on the water. The silver axe will hack off the neck after the daunting recovery. In gestational surrogacy, you don’t want the incisors. To kill a wanderer, you need a howling" wind, fledged. A shoebox contains the handprints of a skeleton and liquid eyes. The hunger has a blue desire. A savage bite will bring out the space. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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