HUNGRY ANGELS

Tonight I will not sleep 
I will call you in my eyes. 

My hands were trembling 
when I opened the book. 
Words you uttered long back 
tumbled out ashen-faced. 
I started burning inside. 

Where did we take a wrong turn? 
The oven had baked a burnt-out 
face. They are altering genes. 
Suddenly it is going to start 
a riot among the gods, 
a pure kill. 

Frightened I move in circles around 
the little black hole in the center. 
Martians would throw the boys 
to appease the hungry angels.

Satish Verma