A Hymn

Wash us in splashing
Spray of shower
Dry us till we crackle
Scorch us with brilliance

make us ancient as stones
bless us with eternity
so that we trudge our corpses
like painful lumps of pork

give us your hunchback
so that we remain
like question marks
on the page of existence

oil our helmets
so that we glisten on our bikes
kill us indiscriminately
on these careless roads

Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.