WAIT

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