Virtually Untrue

Lethal mix
of blood ties? before
a fugue delivers its tremors.
A rage visits with the dark voices...

Reverberating in death chamber.

Heat seeking? the missile
goes straight into the heart of the Himalayas.

I am still recovering?
from the eternal fires? of biligual nights.

I am transfixed?
in my shoes? facing shoulder
fired? a sentence ejecting its hate.