Death and Apollo

by Satish Verma

Honeymoon with history was over.
A two headed snake was sitting on a coin
of leather in grass. Blue tongued

jewel was going to serve the enormity
of destination. Disquietingly, decomposed
relics were coming out of the rubble. Coil

of thoughts becomes a vector of violence.
Cobwebs of increased blood supply to
malignant battle. You die in your own

vision. The awns of oblivion pierce the
wings of dumbfounding words. Offering
shows the fear unlimited. Prices

crash in a meltdown. Poverty holds you
in doorway. Feathers understand the boundary.
A flock of sheep was butchered by a wild beast.

02-May-2011

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