A Snaky Path

by Satish Verma   Jan 3, 2019


Where do I begin,
extracting the earth
from your skin?

The grim reaper
would wait. I have
to unwrap the gifts?

digging out the roots,
peeling off the bark.
The time stands still.

An exit wound
will receive the unborn
daughters.

Mother dust will
return the name
of annihilator.

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