Flying Beard

like ether, permeating all space mesmerizing, he walked away, head of his enemy in his hand, like a trophy ? frighteningly orangish a decapitated body shudders. The holy war demands its price of a joke. The face of red and blue. A terrible reminder of a snaky past that kills the puppets. The hands dance in air. The irrepairable, pink wounds bleed, sweat smoke of death ? SATISH VERMA