Satish Verma

A city burns. 
The child carries the father 
on his head. 

The museum of skulls. 
Nudes had blue veins 
and scars on thighs. 

The names were inherited. 
Gettysburg water 
refuses to mend the bones. 

Ah, daisies are throwing 
up the seeds in despair. 
Civilization has come very far. 

Progeny of death 
were searching the mother 
of all sins.