Poetry

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.