Feeling

 Let us push through 
A sliver of glassy sunlight
Through the set skulls 
Of empiricists
Let us kill them
Let us kill them slowly
Let us kill them swiftly 
Let us kill them with poetry
We could scoop their blood then
We could scoop their blood and 
And hydrate the right-angled
Hydrate the right-angled shrivelled
The right-angled shrivelled oaky trees
Shrivelled oaky trees of masculinity
The trees would spruce up perhaps
Bosom up a bit?
Perhaps even fruition
And drop their loads
Onto the acidic land 
The acidic land with high blood pressure
This pulsing land 
This cracking land
And sweeten it a bit?
Who ever knew
Who ever knew
The blood of the objectivists 
Had such suppressed feminity?!

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Chandni Girija

Responding to Soul Craft's prompt of 'Killing Them With Poetry'

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