A small infant’s sparkling teeth
got stuck into the pinkish gums
his mouth foaming with saliva
and oozing out every pound of blood
from his mouth running parallel
across the veins with the hearing
of the pulse underneath the right hand
and ending till the ***** nails grown
on the edge of his fingertips,
the trampling of the crops by the
lonesome farmer shading himself
from the warm rays and turning his
skin into the charcoal mined from
the mines, his heart is expanding
breaking every bone in his rib cage
tearing his skin apart like the
cloth covered on the stitched canvas
depicting the scenes of corruption
and bribery every soul practices,
the clouds take away his numbness
felt on his left foot absorbing every
blood spent on the Himalaya
with the men dressed in Khaki
of all sorts, and again his
soreness burns up the poached pears
growing on the tree like the shells
raining down and passing through
every soul till the end of the summer,
until he himself grinds up in the
earth  using a pair of stainless
steel legs which cut off
his cord from that of the sky,
and the plant grows atop his figure
continuing the infinite line.