Tag: monostich

manuscripts fed to the pyre outdated rituals rot in golden jars

every hour the forest grim invents new ways to kill

clouds dream of fires spreading across the summer sky

there are places not kingdoms but kings and royalty who reign supreme over the bare and mundane

the forest devours its own every grass blade remembered for its sacrifice

my people roam these lands with their heads cradled in soft arms

mynahs whisper the delight of exotic flesh wrapped in aromatic leaves