Dying To UnsayA Poem by Satish VermaA lesser person walks in the dead man's street
A lesser person walks
in the dead man's street to meet his metastasized oncocytes to, kill for the sake of kill, death for a song that was not there. And you will keep wearing the explosive vest which will not go off. Luteum. The color of spring spreads. No prolactin. Milk has dried up, and so the tears in the eyes. © 2020 Satish Verma |
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