All are parallels but yet there is nothing similar.
The man who drank blood from the skull,
the skull who drank blood from the man.
They greeted each other in an orderly fashion,
tossing up skin and bones.
Then they danced the dance of death,
and lifted each other up.
and started clicking photographs,
in sculptural poses.
They saw the guards take the living disembowelled bodies on stretcher's.
"Salute the living for they are going to die",
said the skull to the man.
"Salute the dead for they are going to live",
said the man to the skull.
And then they chanted in the most Gregorian notes,
"Growls the sword,
leaving the sheath.
The hand remembers,
the work of battle".
They lamented over the city,
As they were watching ,the devils angels shove their pitchforks,
up the populous ass.
In the mean time they raised their skirts and danced the bharatanatyam.
They ordered Blood at the square ,
and drank heartily.
And cheered the world and its entire doings.
Barf Thought
