Live Baits Poem by Satish Verma

Live Baits



An autopsy was being conducted
with brutality
to silence the rising dialogue,

pulling out the lethal crunch
of scripted history.
You want the kiss of a parting grain.

A secondhand face crops
up in a newspaper. Are you ashamed
of curtains? They have covered

all the skeletons. The tangerines,
why do I remember them
like juicy lips in dark.

We are going to bungle together,
decked up to receive the body
of a honed player.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 14 December 2011

Liked it. Enjoyed reading it. A really fantastic write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, War With No Morals.

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