Poetry

The hawk was always hatching 
a pacer, 
to spin the surveillance, 
 
tampering the tracks of violence. 
The haul was heavy. Moon and fishes 
went on to spread the dragnet 
 
striking gold from the liquid 
denials. The sovereignity was 
violated of a virgin god. 
 
The rule of drinking was sidelined. 
Kiss will survive after the death opens 
the back door of a globe. 
 
Dreams are exhausted. There will 
be no comeback of a star player 
in the game of bloody manipulations.