Scoliosis Poem by Satish Verma

Scoliosis



I summon the questions.
You will not reply. The words
dance on black glaciers.

You stay out, hounding
the quietude. Earth is on
quit call. I step back.

I am not in line
of succession. I forgo
the title of blood poem.

Saturday, February 29, 2020
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