SUNBEAMS

I will not play
for you,
in burning shadows.

Bribing the body
to sequester the soul
via ripping steel-

of a blade of grass.
He stopped at the door
for a short while -

to sharpen the proboscis
for blood and dogma
of a fake country.

Cannot pardon me.
I will present to you
my earth, as cow.

Satish Verma