CharismaA Poem by Satish VermaThe caterpillar on the lawn- in the name of god,
The caterpillar on the lawn-
in the name of god, eating away the copper, the blue veins of thighs. Barefoot I come to wish you farewell. You must stand- in the decaying woods, to pronounce me dead. The auburn fawn climbs on the podium, to mimic a birdsong. It was sloth time. Moon was away and it was dark. The eagle swoops on tiny breasts, popping up from the nest of muse. There were no feathers and no beak left. © 2018 Satish Verma |
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