30 december 2012
SOMETHING KNOCKS OUT
Ceramic memories
and terracotta pain;
the injured crypt ultimately got opened.
At urn burial, the name was absent. A pristine
ritual for a nameless martyr.
The sword within him was not used
and pubescent bomb went unexploded.
You leave a beautiful war
glorified by defusing a land mine
and roadside bomb was dismantled.
Looking for a blue flame you entered the stone
house of death, and left the hurt gift.
The moon will smile again
when you come back as a bright star.
The dead potsherd comes alive
when I dig for your name.
Satish Verma
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absynt
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Eva T.
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Jaga
10 march 2025
ajw
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Marian Banaszak
10 march 2025
jeśli tylko
9 march 2025
absynt
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wiesiek
8 march 2025
Jaga
8 march 2025
Eva T.