Monday, December 16, 2013

The Conquered

I, head on the chain
lies forgotten on Kali
i've learned much tonight

so invisible
wondering why she humors
when I am faded

I suppose it hurts
when you're a faceless echo,
a forgotten lark,

when you are nothing,
the nameless soldier bobs on
despite the worn leash

the courage to leave
despite the harsh digging twine
is hard when bodiless,

hanging afterthought,
left to gaze at strong Vishnu,
who's never despised

party to mad love,
mistaken for ambrosia
I am just mortal

a severed witness
that eavesdropped on hot glory
and burned for his trouble.

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