SINGING DUST

Bring out your integrity 
genesis is imploding 
in the murderous womb. 

Multilinear mutinies have started 
in red blooms 
igniting the sky. 

An old woman walks on the street 
eating the shadows of sun. 
The king will give her a gift of moon. 

How the earth has been flattened 
by the pawns of Resurrection? 
Life has never been the same. 

Purely undone for the death 
milk of silence in dark. 
The cow is sitting on the singing dust. 

Fear was not me I was listening 
the wheezing sound of changing winds. 
The snakes are coming out of the trenches.

Satish Verma