Bora born
The fisher queen _
In ordered ritual the urge rises in
a fascinating flurry of sordid means.
She walks solo down aplin, esplanade bound
her mind the builder oblivious to those
she encounters as grey slate like board cut outs.
On arrival the ritual conjures up those
devilish elementals that rise up her spine.
On cue the correspondence calls in thempla
discarnate ones who resonate as seed thrown
to a flock of pigeons or pearls before swine.
The loud mono-tribe begins for each high rise
she passes, her flamed flared knight on history's horse.
Her shout out voice teases out greater zeal to
rebuke the corporate play named avatars those
devils of desire conjured up within mind.
So on it goes this rapacious rebuke of
corporate greed played out in the mind's netherworlds.
Harmless interplay on the public scape for
all to hear and see, the reality check
passerbys' need to gauge how well off they are.
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© 9th may 2022 _ Ioan James Daniel
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The fisher queen _
The fisher queen _
