Genocide

King of sex,
the third gender
or hermaphrodite,
half male, half female,
existing on margin,
beheads the creator
to propitiate the deity of destruction,
starts a genocide
to create a new model,
new world, sexless, moonless
sunless.

How could you remain normal
when you were being robbed of every myth,
every truth?
And you were walking under the guilty sky
unmindful of the pouncing, long legged tarentulas
to bite off your elements?
All of your tongue?
And the heat will give up the slaughtered spring
dried up in eternal shade?
Within the memory will lie the pain
of million years?


SATISH VERMA
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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January 3, 2010 at 4:48 PM
I'm one- but I believe "beheading our Creator" is not the answer- open yourself psychically. See it through the soul; not by your thinking mind. What are you?
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