The Contest

The Contest

My deep anguish
simmers. Why the man
betrays himself and
starts eating the kin?

Like a venomous snake.

It was difficult
to stay normal in the
jungle of players
to become a ruthless sovereign.

The time gap,
space― the distance between
the hearts remains intact.
You start breaking up.

You lock the words
of charity, and become a clown,
moon-skilled
reciting dead hymns
in praise of a no-god.