Poetry

The ordinary life 
and the passage of one thousand 
full moons. 
 
Cresting a culture of violence; 
when a trident 
bleeds you unethically? 
 
A cave robber 
becomes god incarnate. A 
finger of land snaps- 
 
and you savagely interrupt 
the prayer and send the 
message. Run, brother, run – 
 
for the roots. Nights are 
numbered and the 
blue mountain is burning. 
 
 
Sexless virginity is at stake!