Satish Verma

Gold Star - 42,364 Points (5-6-1935)

Violence In A Cup - Poem by Satish Verma

The winged sex of the
module/wants to stay naked.
Everything backs it up
to become a suicide bomber
on the beach.

A cactus will not bloom tonight.
A shirt was loaned to the
tortured torso without head and limbs.

She was possessed by a
black spirit of a squirrel,
which was killed by a hatchet.

Bit by bit a moth was eaten alive
by the ants. Only the dry wings
were clapping.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2015

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