It is.
What you don\'t think,
and don\'t want to share. Nothing.
Kamikaze― divine wind
destroying your crotch.
Saffron― dried stigmas.
The hiss of a dead shake,
kitchen\'s flavor for celibates.
Many roads to reach
the mannequins. God is
one. Hydra\'s tentacles catch
the believers.
Unwholesome.
I won\'t taste the violence
of celestial bamboos.