Second Birth

What can I do? I’m helpless Witches are stuffing my brain with straw Pernicious thoughts raining spurious angels- Sons of bloodsheds, their beautiful faces Wait for a cab sailing to perdition. My organs are atrophied as head swells Like a big bug, spreading its wings and ejecting Bad fumes on the inebriate city malls, and Levitates between yes and no Sorry, from today, on principle, I’m your foe Sorry, I must kill you, my chips dictate so. I ‘m duped by Macbeth’s witches, I have Killed Banquo on a barren heath to fulfill their Prophesies; strange delusions release their Sperms in my innards to fructify evil plan To stop the future coming on the earth-face To stop the riverflow, to stop the human grace. I am barren, nothing restricts me to kill Grenades command me, bullets demand dues Missiles fall like crackers at the wedding I have sinned, nukes cry wolf, battalions move I have sinned, birds lose nest, babies mother I have to shoot the first shadow of my father I have sinned; I have to blast my twin brother. What can I do? I’m helpless Girls are ravaged by squiggling worms Widowed Cats are seeking hearth I have sinned, world waits a second birth.