Understanding Violence Poem by Satish Verma

Understanding Violence

Rating: 5.0


The hypersonic death.
How long will this thing live? I was
thinking of anointing you with emeralds.

When the lightning strikes
the bougainvillea, my instincts rise
with impunity. A doe gives a dance

When I stare at the moon,
he explodes like a whale, and I want
to taste the blood. Body leaves for the sun.

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