satishverma

Serial Depletion

Effectively in givenness;
stranger in one’s own house
you search the detritus for a lost face.

Stay closer to me, O walls
I am catching fire. Draw the blood from
my veins and taste me.

The otherworldly glow
of the compound was a testimony:
you cannot buy democracy.

What would you do
with the waste of technology
standing on a heap of shoes?