Not-ThingsA Poem by Satish VermaIn a pair, they were flying: two monarch butterflies.
In a pair, they were flying:
two monarch butterflies. Hither, thither- Fluttering in synchronized wings. There was a Stark effect in silhouette. The fever rises in the bush. Someone streaks in the street after moon Let us stop the mouths- to remain open. A missile flies above your head aimed for the burial ground. A nascent star screams. There was yellow blood on your hands. You had squeezed the young fruits. © 2018 Satish Verma |
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