do not go the orphean way,
he thinks, friends meet as strangers
on road, was the absolute absence able
to find an air hole? the era of truth
dawns too late; calls the windswept
moon as a witness,
the shuddering will distill,
like purple fears from the sieve
of panic and crumbs of blue will fall,
concordia finds a new meaning of
falsehood, stoops, i would say, for
a megacreation,
the baby was found on a garbage
dump in the maddening silence
of protests, the vegans are not going too far,
powerless like a cadaver you do not
want to open the eyes from
a bandaged face
Satish Verma