Too beholden to water of life.
It hurts deliberately when you were thirsty.

You break the bread in reflective mood.
Who will climb the cross today?

The sheen was wearing off the smug faces
Civil war was starting again.

The declinist god was weeping soundlessly.
Someone shot the flamingoes in flight.

Militias have started the bloodletting.
Painfully I was collecting the sounds.

A new world begins on broken plasma.
Electrons have shifted their orbits.

A dog sniffs a freshly dug mound of earth.
Instead of a body a wreath was found.

Satish Verma