Eyeshadows Poem by Satish Verma

Eyeshadows



Red horizon―
had bite-marks
of setting sun.

On the table,
I will place all my oblique wares
for a change.

You embrace the strange
things, horns and all. The
dissection was accurate.

A multiplex opens the
gates for all the
lipless gods.

The maddening silence
of the priest was
deafening.

I will not come near the skulls.

Thursday, October 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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