The Woods Are Burning

satishverma

Removing the husk
I want you to find the grain;
become yourself.

The space between thoughts
must increase.
I am trying to widen –

the scope of death. Something
was alive in shadows.
The fiction was rising.

Dust and clouds will blast
together. I want to meet
the snowcapped peaks of sadness-

which brings the human-
face of flesh eaters. No bones
were left to fight for.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 10th, 2016 23:51
  • Category: Nature
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