satishverma

Dying To Unsay

A lesser person walks 
in the dead man\'s street 
to meet his metastasized 
oncocytes to, 

kill for the sake of kill, 
death for a song that was 
not there. 

And you will keep wearing 
the explosive vest 
which will not go off. 

Luteum. The color of 
spring spreads. No prolactin. 
Milk has dried up, 
and so the tears in the eyes.