Poetry

The twin blasts and 
lip-syncing was 
no insane coincidence. 
The travail of incredible sinking 
will never be found. 
 
The abstract family 
and myriad remixing of stem cells 
may solve the puzzle of 
assured suicide of the earth. 
The small rapes and big assaults? 
 
A crazy progenitor wanted 
to have a control on volcanoes 
as on sea. The spewing 
lava was throwing gas rich froth 
to start a megarevolution. 
 
Was it a terrible mistake of 
you coming out of the mud pits?