Satish Verma
Some Hegemony
A method cuts you out―
in hunger pangs,
to set you free from bonding
of four― leaf clover, or word.
Love has become a
one way pain, without libido―
in want of a fairy ring.
The maternal cost was high.
Drifting between the
black sea and dead sperms,
you want to raise a
new cult.
The religions betray.
Everything was marketed with
thumbed scripts.
Gods were threat to sane hymns.
I am trying to carve
a face, from the rocks, not
animal, not angel.
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