Poezja

The space was widening. Opacity was 
Being. Antimatter in. You were scared. 
Why this disintegration? Unthinkable hunger, 
Incompleteness. Antithesis of universality. My 
smallness. His greatness. The heat sucks the 
blooms. Celestial dance of the destroyer begins. 
 
The body makes I. Soul is me. The death 
was climbing up the stairs. Hiding 
in attic you were singing, refusing to see 
the visitor, Dismissal of blast. Was a global 
failure. How many bodies you are going to 
count? Not enough graves. Mass burial? 
or descent in tower of silence? 
 
The sludge. Delta is disappearing. Nystagmus. 
No land to build a home. Withdrawal. Poachers 
are killing the tigers. Claws for power, killer’s 
strength. A tall tree stands on ridge, meditating. 
Peacocks are watching. Will be their turn 
now? Eyes on the plumage. For clarity, 
vision and wisdom.