No Enemies

By: Satish Verma

NO ENEMIES

You validate a sin.
I recoil at duality,
and renounce the mask.

I am at fire -
a time to define the man.
I will deal with quietism.

Attend the scalding ritual,
take off the clothes.
Let us see the bruises on your trunk.

Put up your words
in boiling cauldron
and pick up the hot truth.

I wanted to see the naked melting.
How far you have gone in dark ?
The tunnel will tell the wind.

Death has no enemies.
It qualifies all the nudes,
perfect babies.

SATISH VERMA

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