Soiled Contents Poem by Satish Verma

Soiled Contents



Gene-edited,
manhood was taking punches.
I wasn't sure of me.

Let spider weave
an exotic home. Black,
moon walks free of trap.

God's monologue
continues to catch the stolen
words of stained men.

Monday, March 11, 2019
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