Killing Yourself Poem by Satish Verma

Killing Yourself



It was a flame in the drizzle:
a golden peacock.
I was trying to understand
the Adam and Eve.

Between X and Y, my
heliograph stood in the foliage of words.
The hetero factor was generating heat.

The mitochondrial Eve will
search the land where the seeds were
dispersed. The swinger was still
active in the dark.

You have missed the bomb.
The laser-fed boom landed―
in the crotch of death.
The black dust covered the grave.

Monday, February 15, 2016
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