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A Crouching Stance
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Satish Verma It was an outrage.
The weaver on the
loom was brutalized.
A design was raped.
The color screams,
I want to live.
Septicaemia spreads.
Time to be ashamed,
when your gut was removed.
The salt hurts on
the bitten lips. A
genome falters.
Let me try to define─
who we are; and
where we are going.
Satish Verma
I will come along
As you try, but no faultering genomes, Batman. I need all I was given at birth.
.
Reread 10-22-21
.
We are star stuff
fallen
falling
.
Lady A
.