No Epilogue Poem by Satish Verma

No Epilogue



The flame springs to
burn my hand. Blood drips drop
by drop from a hole.

I am signing red.
Inertia sits in the veins.
Do not know any god.

End and beginning
have become one. I will
calculate sins.

Wednesday, October 10, 2018
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