EVOLUTION

For cloning of small gods 
you took out the kidneys, lungs 
and stomach, from slain truth’s 
body. My bête noire, the lies. 

Do you smell the stink? You make 
yourself, you are not your id. 
The urge to take a flight was very strong. 
Groins aching for the heroic jump. 

Legs amputated, the tragedy, swims 
like a fossil truth in the sea, under 
the layers of centuries. 
Man has not changed, cheated of the death.

Satish Verma