9 october 2021
Slow Melting
Trap unplugged,
There was a hairy assault,
when you started playing
the sitar of three strings.
Though fearless, you
forget, it was evil, when
you flew towards
the sun, to pay homage.
Your god had failed. I am
counting the winters. No body
was left whole. Piecemeal
you collect the remains of burned outs.
In Bay of Pigs you stand
alone amidst the scars
of invasion. A river upturned,
an ocean dried, there was left no ship.
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