Ironbound

by Satish Verma

Last night a dream
died in infancy, when you
were drawing a circle
of pain in rainbows.

The hurt of blind alleys,
and the rebounding image
of burnt-out candles in night.
The full moon will only enhance

the burns. I do not want to talk
about the divine will of making
a baby, out of willing or unwilling
surrender. Lines are blurred.

You want to ask the moon?
Are you convinced, it was not
a rape? A butterfly is snuffed out
in your palm, you do not know.

03-Mar-2014

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