No Epilogue

No Epilogue

The flame springs to
burn my hand. Blood drips drop
by drop from a hole.

I am signing red.
Inertia sits in the veins.
Do not know any god.

End and beginning
have become one. I will
calculate sins.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and strong questions asked in the poetry Satish. All of us are seeking questions. Most, can't be answer till we know death. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry. I did like.
Coyote