The Sulk

satishverma

Lapis lazuli:
like a crazy theme of
hostile doctrine,
spawning a fierce battle
of bulge.

It was scary
like a scrawny lizard
climbing on the breasts.

The hoarse retreat of the arm,
when the lamb did not
squeal under the machete.

Poking in frozen mud,
to find the footprints of a mammoth,
when trees were bleeding.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 13th, 2015 23:05
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 13


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