End Of Beginning Poem by Satish Verma

End Of Beginning



The dangling moon
behind the ornate gate
waits for beheading.

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Indeed I had
called you in dark to change
the name of slaughter.

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Blood tastes salty,
when words were sweet, slicing
the white lilies.

Saturday, July 7, 2018
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