MoratoriumA Poem by Satish VermaA city burns. The child carries the father
A city burns.
The child carries the father on his head. The museum of skulls. Nudes had blue veins and scars on thighs. The names were inherited. Gettysburg water refuses to mend the bones. Ah, daisies are throwing up the seeds in despair. Civilization has come very far. Progeny of death were searching the mother of all sins. © 2018 Satish Verma |
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