Witnessed uprooting :
ritual
in the piracy of night
bare
your sinning
skin-suit
unhuman-you
your human right
time fled along
ebrius
when i witnessed
your trespass
your violation
you
uprooting the root
in the rivalry
of the night
up
upon the morning
you raise your muzzle blighted
turn your unprocessed head
to retrieve social frequency
tune in to the light
cold dew on a damaged lawn
you collect your togs
your paraphernalia
and pick your way tender:
a rejoining propulsion
toward the convulsive city
to bed yourself
beneath its
quickening day
hungover
in selfish
wit
"At dawn the dews of Heaven dry away:
The seeds of Hell are sown again today."
- Issa