Poetry

The desire, 
rises like a spire- 
from cloud forest. 
You are a flesh eater. 
 
* 
 
You go into a foray 
for the food. 
A shrine trembles. A blood 
stained body leaves the room. 
 
* 
 
A prayer 
screens the faces of all 
gods. Who was going to undertake 
fast unto death?