KAVA KAVA

What that I am left with, impaled in jaws 
of mantis, starting a tug of war, for the 

otherness in me, seeking a bloodbath between 
my poise and incestuous blue hole of black walls. 

I gave you my voice, my roses. I am not afraid 
of an impromptu death, but I was connected to 

time-space of killing grounds of truth to save 
the tears salt. I promised myself a zero gravity. 

And you might take Kava kava to resolve 
the conflict between round tables and square chairs. 

I will go on starvation death in moon washed 
landscape freezing my breath to release my soul.

Satish Verma