Watching Guernica Again Poem by Satish Verma
Watching Guernica Again
Honey love. East and West.
Assassination of no god, where the
bullet ends. The greed must die.
We sleep on the rose
petals, eyes half shut, dreaming of a
black hole, widening every moment.
Departure time. Are we
waiting for a famine? Can we make
a pure world? Can we swallow the tongue?
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