Helter Skelter

nothing changes but meat
meat fails
hurts
but still
it is nothing compared to you
woman
leaving the meat behind
as it suffers the birth
of a broken soul
by unmanned double thread
like umbilical cord to Gods
still attached to blood and its veins
on the other end of all-seeing song of life

look at him

what a poor soul in sickening need of hell
for liberated self
as it tries to walk away
maybe to find you
finally a happier person
and then come back to a new arrangement of time and space
sewed up
with a better fate for both of us
as two unfamiliar faces
in unfamiliar crowd

so help them merciful God in Heavens
I’ve just selfishly created with second thought