satishverma
In Prayers
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The stains will wash 
the blood moon.
I will bring the nightingale.
Show me your sacred
heart. Can it sustain a
knife thrust through the ribs?
You are walking on the
man's skin, spread over-after
the vision, as though you can reach home.
The ravens have a
field day. It is all black around,
with faces buried in sands.
And you sing in praise
of immortal, who gives you
a limited dose of yawns.
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