Poetry

Belly crawl after a dance. 
Carnivores were ready 
to jump on flesh. 
 
That underground beauty 
still believes in 
battle of flowers - 
 
skirting the hills. I am 
at loss of words, 
to describe the burial - 
 
of a strongman. Misreading 
a child god, he still 
posits a human clause. 
 
Darkness challenges the rival. 
Death for a believer 
of a spiteful cult. 
 
Into the hole, a snake hides. 
It is miracle, that 
you are still reciting.