Cocoon

Shelter

I seek shelter
I hunt havens
Safety in numbers
Cocooned in my
Tiny walnut brain,
I cook up false notions
Of security,
And guard my
Borders with
Feral ferocity.

I won't let that
Intruder in.

Building a Great Wall
Around collective inhibitions.
You can't cross the line
Of my dread superstition.

Steer your motion
Away from
My pretty paved road.

Unless it's the same way
We're going of course.

At the crossroads
Of life and death
Decide on
Truth or dare
Your dream
Is my ugliest nightmare.

At gunpoint
Choose my way
Or the highway
The safety catch is off

Take care
We take no hostages
Your protective amulets and ankhs
Enraged so,
This time,
We didn't load blanks.

Our Gods are inhuman cyborgs
We synthesised
With human amygdala
And kryptonite hearts
They're jealous
They're  watching
US

And how we segregate

THEM.

Dead black hole eyes
Musty  gaping maws

Eternity's corrosive corridors
Of loss and loneliness.

Humanity
Holding hands
We can
Upturn pretentious
Plinths of pomp and
Presumption.

We can shrug metallic tin gods
Off our aching shoulders.

Let's plants flowers,
And breathe bliss
Instead.

The Selfish Giant
Needed children
To blossom
his Garden.

Eden needs happiness.

Not cheap copies
copious imitative notions
Of heaven and hell.

Perfection is not the
Pre requisite.

Courage is.

Let us vow
Not to be afraid
Of each other

Or exchange our foolish
Judas Kiss.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017