Satish Verma
Lickety-Split
The silence of the road
intends to pause the observer’s speed.
Unchanged continuity
had a cubic quality.
Presenting yourself to lick salt
before molestation.
The sanctity
stands violated.
The horror thing looms
large, neatly dressed
dancing in your boots.
The path ends at a tree.
You misprint the name
of a tormentor.
Man becomes a beast
in a love triangle.
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