Death of Christ… – John Marshal © Srishti Madurai.






There was a dog…

Still as a dog..

A trans-speceisst transgression

Suckling milk

A pagan breast
Roads to nihilistic curves

strange winds of stormy seas

Dark and pure evil

Mystic death of a saint

Insects of morning calm

Broken by the falling leaves of trees..

A trace,poem undifferentiated

Misery of life

Loveless chaos

BDSM of black holes

In the roaring lights of Christ

I die- I

because- I

I don’t die!-[I]

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