It Was Insane

Why do we

reach ending-
in our dream wars?

Walking on water,
in absence of body
when soul was dead.

Without names-
history was being written
in air. Like smoke
was rising in tainted sky.

You were on trial,
of murder on moon-
sitting in lotus position.

Wear the night
for your children playing
with stars.

This was involuntary
slaughter,
when you didn't listen to my memoir.