There will be no Blood by Ananya S Guha

This time

running out

rabbit runs out

of time, hare and

tortoise pick up

bullets in hellish

kingdom, man, animal

and birds. Pierce the

sky, vanquish glory

of blood, blood, blood.

Don’t mess around

with heresy.

Be stoic philosopher

of good. Follow hierarchy

be good, good, good.

The blood will spring in gush.

We are running

running

running

after time,

before it

behind it

pierce the dead body

cut it into pieces.

There will be no blood.