Kill me Quietly

Kill me Quietly

Kill me quietly
O love child
Hope you never
Hope.
Hope guillotines
Day in day out
Daggers of danger
Dance
Offerings of shredded heads
On coarse bloody necks.
And we totter out
To meet tomorrow
Dolls made from sorrow.
Oh what a brilliance of
Need in the sheer necklines
Of Hope ...

The pavement reels
Weeping earth carisions
By degrees
To face the sun of
Non entity.

Non existence, dynamic
Beckoning
Towards such perfunctory
reckoning.
By celestial decree
Angular movement of angels
Through the three hundred and sixty
Hallowed degrees
Each turn in defiance
Of this meaningless carousel.

My animus weeps its
Animal apologies
For non being in existentia
The earth  tilts
Another degree.
Another's will and notions
Droops me to driven
axis.
The earth tilts drunk on power
This very sun drenched non minute
Annihilating all notions
Of stasis.

(c) Amrita Valan 2016