by FABIYAS M V
a falcon
it swoops.
its eyes are
a pair of
visual images
of wildness.
its micro-mind
stretches into
voracious rapture
while soaring
with its prey.
a cobra
it wriggles
within the claws,
a closed space
for discharging
opposite energies –
to eat, to exist.
a pedestrian
the cobra slips out
and lands on his
shoulder. Winding,
it bites on his neck.
already a half-
carcass, it succumbs.
later, he too. a
meandering death –
from the sand,
through the air,
then downs straight
to his neck –
out of the blue.
art of death
death seems an
art in diversity.
ultimate charm
of creation is in
its abstract end:
many make it
awkward with
anxieties arising
from blood and
gold; a few, serene
through realization.