ANAPHYLACTIC SHOCK

Night was descending 
on the tonsured heads, 
terracotta robes, 
clasping the palms, hiding the seeds 
of earth. 

Against a ban on lips 
for belonging truly. 
Blissful. The squids settle in the weeds 
of overbrimming sea of arms. 

Blood was red, brown and pale. 
oozing from the slit eyes, 
soaking the green voices, herbs and sad kisses. 
In the death, your name will be engraved on your shoes. 

The steps were small 
but shadows were very long on the ice. 
The stings unflawed, did their job. 
Suddenly you go 
in anaphylactic shock.

Satish Verma