New Religions

Satish Verma

Pure kill. 
I pull out the shivering 
heart in my eyes. 

A rising sin. I will 
not forget you, never― 
your tongue bifida. 

And a real― 
murder of a blue-green cow 
reared for religion. 

That sucks. The 
numbers, the lies and 
the terrible abuses. 

The shadows are 
lengthening and you were 
becoming small.