The stinging of hunger The rattling of batteries The former is liquid
The latter is onomatopoeic Both kills
Hunger turns liquid into d-r-o-p d-r-o-p thirst, thirst for power, oil, blood and water.
My woman, my child & myself Lay clad in war-stripped rags.
d-r-o-p d-r-o-p d-r-o-p thirst of tingling Sizzling hunger-viper entice us.
We were silently gaping at the sky
Our eyes wide open were protruding out of sockets.
Three well-bred penises took charge of our bodies.
Like towers, they grow into skyscrapers rooting them into us. We all laugh in pleasure! Oh what a pleasure!
My child giggles vomiting uranium!
Few yards away In my delirium I see Mother Kali standing stripped Protruding her dried tongue and her breasts wrinkled. Shiva who usually sleeps beneath her feet is missing He has gone to fetch a can of Cola.