Hidden among bulrushes with a set trap
Come! Come!
Enticed feet stray pass the landmark
Dangling bait here and there
The carnivorous toothed trap snaps
As old as creation
He roams the surface
The surface that inhabits the face of breathing faces
The passed through the dusty phases
The predator! He stalks them, he paces
Like a roaring lion, he stalks in circles
Tail-flinging careless beast
Yet tact like an eagle
His feet sprinting without the blow of a beagule
A mane-wearing serpent
Kisses and hisses
He blows to the cochlea
Till the heart steals the ears moment of stardom
An attentive heart
Transfixed as a sculpture
Till it quakes and vibrates
Luring sense organs into a dance
An unlawful sensual dance accompanied with obstinate
throbbing drums
Who shall pluck out their feet?
This dance is a war
This war is a dance
Stiff unwanting frames yielding to a strange dance
Warriors wriggling flesh at the war front
Sheathed swords creating rhythm
Helmets trampled upon dust
An air strike of arrows
Buries the dancing warriors in a marsh mallow
A piercing laughter enlarges the heart of Old Father
Lie.
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