At Precipice

There was soft
purring. Inviting but malicious,
when you entered the cave.

A bittersweet encounter.
Quantified. A new dna print
after a cyber attack.

Another turn of the Venus.
The whole world
has never been the same.

Anatomy of violence
was shaping the
future bêtes-noires.

Stupid thing, our roots
still commingled with dust
searching the stone-deaf god.