Unclaimed

Folder: 
Satish Verma

You create a hybrid 
without protocol. 

A body of clay lies― 
in the morgue. The fear 
guides you. 

Hold me, we 
would discover each other 
in dark. 

You can, I would say, 
without hurting yourself, 
become what you are. 

The great divide 
between life and death 
must continue.