ANAESTHETISE THE DIVINE

  A chaos-blooded orb that leeches on to divinity,

This world is a carnival of prayers and hopes,

A crowded graveyard for self desecrating memories.

The omnipotent glutton gorges on

every bloody bustle that stains this orb.

In eternal hunger he drools and floods

the airy caverns of emotions with the saliva.

The rusted bed of prospects endures

this glutton's unyielding frame.

It howls and creaks with his unfathomed weight.

The bow of fancy has been armed,

The skepticism tipped arrow aimed at the willful glutton.

The primordial yearning to see him anaesthetized

And dissected shall come to fruition.

O how the marksman PEACE beams with surgical precision!

May this surgeon purge the glutton's innards;

Purge them of their tumorous plague of

political sorcery and superstitious hauntings.