Cambium will cheat one day 
the pace of climb, 
snakes will dance 
peeling off the skin – 
the urgency of moon 
to take away the body of victim 
from sunscape. 
You thrive on a window 
switching off the sky. 
A quaint reptile walks on the moon. 
The medium sits on a black stone 
and the mob 
burns the house of a lord 
Sarracenia, your lip is too large. 
for a kiss of death. I am coming down the steps 
to drink the acid
Satish Verma
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