Serial Depletion Poem by Satish Verma
Serial Depletion
Effectively in givenness;
stranger in one’s own house
you search the detritus for a lost face.
Stay closer to me, O walls
I am catching fire. Draw the blood from
my veins and taste me.
The otherworldly glow
of the compound was a testimony:
you cannot buy democracy.
What would you do
with the waste of technology
standing on a heap of shoes?
Friday, August 26, 2011
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