After The Execution

Satish Verma

Just wanted to be 
myself today, ripped after 
the apocalypse― 

of stainless bodies. 
You pull down the era of 
earthen lamps from ruins. 

Give me a wrapped 
guilt. I am a boat in water 
without wooden oars. 

Black eyes stitched 
to dolls. They were going to 
wed the white gods. 

A knife's cult invokes 
the barren cave. You had planted 
the severed heads.