Hacked To Live

Satish Verma

He used to dream 
of date palms, covering 
the defended wounds. 

The scoli crab after 
the fall will stay. It will 
not change the referendum. 

The neuter will not 
form the trinity. I will 
not hear the signals. 

Night was not yet 
dark to explore the moon. 
My stars remain faded. 

O country, the people 
O planets, the goddess 
of rape is dead.