Issueless

It was for a bridge:
water issue,
without a river.

We were fighting
for the tongues
on a wordless journey.

The unlucky sex
was on fire
after the explosion.

Hands off the
mouth. Life was
eating death.

The bells will
not ring today.
God was dead.

poem by Satish Verma
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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