Flying Beard

Satish Verma

like ether, permeating all space 
he walked away, head of his enemy 
in his hand, 

like a trophy? 
frighteningly orangish 
a decapitated body shudders. 

The holy war 
demands its price of a joke. 
The face of red and blue. 

A terrible reminder of a snaky past 
that kills the puppets. The hands 
dance in air. 

The irrepairable, pink wounds 
bleed, sweat smoke 
of death?