Hungry Noises

still, the bank of a  river, Aila's
many feet are dipped into down
the surface, the sand
and the flow of the force, the sliding friction
unbalances the cries and hungry noises
are in sought of Help, Help Help.

Spread their hands and the annoyance
many grips clutched/hung over the empty air
many fists striking out the breath, within
engrossing layers of different noises, pointing
their fingers to the sabotaged, a cheater
yes you, you ! and your no help.

mercy, as you toss it down to the ignorant, extreme
a drunkard, as I see in you, Wonder.
exotic sounds of extreme, slaughter.
a prudent what they are known as, a victim
of self-imposed treachery, and
they remain a less, help.

Whirls, which suck the shadows, Panting
in around and down, ...
shadows, those were called, never lasting
Shadows are now crying aloud wild, to the waiting sky
to the vultures, with their wings stretched open, flying
in around and down, Quiet.

the quietness of the hunger, the stalking beast, the prey.
the grooving Aila, noises to the towering sky, falling into grey.
wanning boundaries of the heaven, howling skinny hands
calling those fingers frenzied,
a desperate help, help?


-Krishna

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