THE MASSACRE

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Arrange the foot-candles 
for candela. I am not 
going on back foot. 
Moon was not burning tonight. 

The real darkness descends. 
You brace yourself 
for a crude assault. 
Clouds are thinning out. 

You wanted to remove 
yourself from the Eros. 
Was it not egregious when, 
someone is shot when he was sitting quietly? 

An amorous saint? Will 
you be able to separate- 
sex from the violence? He was- 
a jester, just acting in a movie.