To the bloodthirsty body-grabber: A poem 

Can you redeem yourself from the briny peat bog? 

Can you stop the dribble pouring from the pool of your mouth? 

Can you stop your raven eyes from picking on, till your belly 

like a greedy lake fills from riverine blood 

gushing down the cliffs of your throat? 

Do you feel your sun-drenched chest swell with pride at your power? 

Can you ever be done with sacrileging the flower? 

The jungle has predators that seek only out of hunger 

But your omnipotent arms stalk regardless of it 

Innocent victimised animals can’t offset being sought 

Do your insalubrious guts ever fear your rot? 

To whom do you fold your voracious palms in prayer 

This earth, for long, has been accursed by the evil soothsayer 

Dig deep into the misbegotten flavours in your utensils 

And understand the concoction is for the devils 

In this pallour, understand that fate has its colours 

in the country of evil, bringing down those pillars