The Smiles Are Disappearing

The Smiles Are Disappearing

On your crumpled body
I write my name.

The Kosher trembles. I
place Gita to be unread by
unpraised eyes.

Do not abuse the
crate. It may contain
a pit viper.

I am not clean. You
can wipe out the face from
my sleeve and make a new shirt.

And the messenger will
deliver the gift of a
naked moon signed by black hole.

Attended by kisses
the roses were spread on
ground to receive the severed legs.

Stand in attention.
The beaten god has arrived.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

Parts of this sounds like a soldier being laid to rest. Someone who is not known to others mourns alone.

Just my thoughts on this piece

[mattavelli]

Hello, Satish! :)
I had trouble catching the meaning for much of this, but it reads like a storm is coming. Thanks for sharing.