The desire,
rises like a spire-
from cloud forest.
You are a flesh eater.
*
You go into a foray
for the food.
A shrine trembles. A blood
stained body leaves the room.
*
A prayer
screens the faces of all
gods. Who was going to undertake
fast unto death?
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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