Blood-Lipped Prayer Poem by Satish Verma

Blood-Lipped Prayer



There was no beggining
no end.
Only an apology
for the credence.

The predators were
dirty. Peace comes
when you go
for war.

The angles guide
you to roil
under the stones
unremittingly.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017
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