Of Revenge Poem by Satish Verma
Of Revenge
Half night of insomnia
half night magma
you never go quiet.
Tremors of blaze
enter the veins.
Moon was crazy.
The graveyard.
First you dig up the hole.
Shot, then you are tossed inside.
A copper in the tank,
you sleep past the belly.
Vessel in vessel, you are dead.
Like a relic, you carry
your head, looking chasing
the cottonwood tree.
Wednesday, September 21, 2016
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