Pardon My Darkness

by Satish Verma   Apr 24, 2021


You always said, violence
was in you. Everything was dying
around.

There was a tacit understanding?
enacted,
interceding with?
a lasso. The baked silence
always stares at you.

I have no praise,
no condemnation for anyone.

Inevitably you suck the moon,
your thumb,
your blood.

A poem falls on the ground
to breathe again.

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