A self-protecting game was going on.
After the paternity test
there was slow burning inside the moon.
Earth heaved a big sigh.
Blackwater was making a muddy sound.
Embroidery was fading after moon.
I open the window to uncover the chill.
A young lass has jumped over
from a flyover to meet a concrete end.
The liberated soul of nation indulges
in cocktails of free erotica.
In the beginning, there was a sacred river;
now in bed,
dry bones were found soaked in release.
