a feast of vultures,
an abattoir of human bones,
a breastfeed of hunger?”
student asked about the market storm in October 20.
This question, like a
bird, flies but fails to hear a hunter’s gunshot:
when a cow eats up her
& beg the left-over
grass for forgiveness
“the equation is: ax = b + c + d” I said to him.
two eyes drop streams
of sorrow in wilderness,
no subject can be
expunged from the equation,
it rather transforms –
like chameleon – and travels into a new colony.
“a” divides itself in
ax = b + c + d a a
now the subject of the country:
is synonymous to death & death is synonymous to x
“Tell me the value of x?
Or is it an antidote of burning freedom?” I asked.
This guest article was submitted by Anonymous .
I fear dogs more than I fear sickness