Tie the thread to the farmer!
Marry the Bride to the Groom!
Arrange a wedding for five billion people,
We are approaching the end!
Road rage is the immediate,
And sudden reconfiguration of,
A prior expectation and we are doing well,
The old lady, the Guru and I,
We are making effort.
It is,
In this moment,
A crisis which kills on the streets of America, and
People are cruel.
Just off the ashen pavement, obsidian in the dark,
A boy is playing PlayStation, so –
Kurukshetra! Ping,
Lakshmi! Ping,
Mohammed! Buddha! Ping, ping.
The lady looks hypnotised,
I am cold,
And people are cruel.
They have left the Guru here and gone to bed,
Can you imagine that?
♦Picture♦ PJ Kaiser
– evocative, short poetry –
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