Velociraptor Prakash: A poem 

Your mouth is rancid 

with flesh and blood in your teeth 

Your evil has no lid 

Desperation is your heartbeat 

My innocence is a widow 

to your predatory bow and arrow 

Me and my loved ones are your prey 

There are corpses everyday 

But I believe every volley 

of the tempest is a folly 

The nightmare among the birches 

cannot desecrate my churches 

And the leaves in my tea 

have informed me 

that your sting is ephemeral as a bee’s 

that you will never reach eternity