Poetry

Spooked by a two headed snake, 
a double of a living person squirms. 
A moral crisis comes out 
of a cage. 
 
The private space is violated 
and bloodbath of robins start- 
to understand the unrest. 
Antimatter will keep the mystery alive. 
 
A distorted truth falls in your lap 
like a figurine asking your pardon. 
The dogma lies in mess. Chronology 
moves forward for future dates. 
 
This is not unusual. A wounded 
lion has a sanguinity 
of exactitude, lying on 
a stretcher.