By: Sasheera Mehrani Gounden

Masses of spider-webbed head
Cascade over Chinese silk sheets
I sometimes wonder what you think
A breakfast of larvae awaits
Along with remnants of father
While pieces of meat are seduced by seaweed

Upon the crimson planet
A foreigner among conformists
Grenades hidden within detached ears
Paranoia submerged within conversation
I cannot confront your Irish tone