Wreaths On Door (For Suu Kyi) Poem by Satish Verma
Wreaths On Door (For Suu Kyi)
fingers printed on face
they offered apologies for the mudslide
after the typhoon
standing on the mound
of twisted bones;
the state had the right
to trample and extinguish
a bright flame,
a meteor, streak of dissent
only the sect, the clan
will surround the holy tree
to save the doomed species in the jungle
of laughing hyenas
i see my limbs separated
a piano remains untuned
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4/18/2024 9:51:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
GODS wrath does rain down on us all.