20 january 2022
Reciting The Fake Poem
Making them dead―
in a regal way,
you joined the bomb squad
of poems.
Why did I need to remember
you intensely O god?
Why eternity of enormous
pain would ensnare you? A group
of panthers were going to attack a fawn
in the blue game? Will
you hurt me one day?
You don't cover your eyes
with a black veil. Then what was
the purpose of becoming invisible?
Does a truth live in dark?
There was no
need of law, before
you die, after removing the makeup.
We always discover an excuse
to live lavishly on the hired
words of praise.
There are no more parables
no more prophets.
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