Snake Dance Poem by Satish Verma
Snake Dance
Rating: ★3.5
Silence was so loud―
a pain ago, would you
resume me now,
between a scion and stock.
The sap had dried up.
A tiny human inside a pen
draws the borders
of bleeding lacerations.
Black mouths,
confront the grizzled gods.
I want them now
in water.
Suicide of a fig tree was
evident. It had eaten its
own figs. No leaves
were left now.
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
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A scorpion carries death at its furthest reaches, uplifted as if special. An armored posture in a barren land. Sand. That's all there is. Shifting. And ships that crest and descend. Crest and descend. Heading for the far shore. The point above the scorpion's head assumes a direction forward.