Revolt of A Sutra

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 starts
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.