Something Different

Satish Verma

Transcribing my emptiness, 
like emulating an ape― 
to study the anatomy― 
of a scar. 

There was a brutal assult. 
Uninterpretable was the ink, 
like the blood spilled 
after the vein collapsed. 

An egg within an egg 
would change the gender 
of a name. A different money 
was needed to appease the god. 

The skin-sperms, and the 
cut flowers. Times have changed. 
I cannot fly like you. 
I would write an ode to the nightimglae.