6 september 2021
Unbendingly
You went tounveil your own
statue, before being shot―
dead, for telling the fiction.
Day was stranger than
night. You can discern
the oblique faces.
Handcuffed, you pick up
the pen, to rewrite the name
of omniabsent divine.
Trivial rise of surface
temperature will melt
the snow-clad breasts.
A clove-scented pink―
in the hands of a butcher
does not bring a smile.
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