Down the Pandemonic Road

Two dogs gnawing

on the same marrowless bone,

not fighting, growlless…

death of their doghood, dignity.

 

Rotting carcasses scattered about—

human emotions and what matters;

vultures feeding in the muck heaps

on the offal of human corruption.

 

Chaos reigns supreme in mind

asynchronous, inexplicit, disquieting,

suggesting man’s senile decrepitude.

 

Is his punishment

beyond the grave?

Will trees bear fruit again?

Will anyone listen to questions again?

Will there ever be answers again?

 

A little ahead

From within a heap of dead leaves

emerges a new growth

cracking the earth with all its might…

a slap in the face

of widespread apathy.

 

Faith restored

Sanity returned

Strength regained

Hope renewed.

 

Dharmendra Sheth                                         June 2021