Trying to capture
the turbulence in the flow,
failing miserably to understand
the enormity of the perpetual show,
the poem they conceived
ended up starting from below.
The cold gaze,
ensconced behind
the iron cage of conventionality,
made their hearts pound with fright,
and the ensuing fight
brought them down to their bony knees.
The pagans, the few,
the lopsided view.
