Satish Verma

Silver Star - 4,091 Points (5-6-1935)

No Telling - Poem by Satish Verma

A severed head sits upright on mud floor
coruscating in moonlight. It was a meditating
Buddha with eyes downcast after a perfect death.

With indecent exposure there was no artifact
to celebrate. The steel was rusted and the name
erased from the asylum.

You walk like a stranger in your home,
possessed, in merciless purity. The greatness
of unbeliever touches a giant guilt.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 4, 2010

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