Say Cheese Poem by Satish Verma
Say Cheese
Vespa,
the live wasp
of paper house,
feeding the insects
to little ones.
Silicon valley.
The oranges were very sweet
and carpet beetles
eating away the fabric.
I have come from a faraway place
to taste the blood-stained raisins.
Do you know why we bury
our truths? The ancient gods
were very pleased to eat them.
The hymns don't tell the lie.
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
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