Dominic
In the silvery rain,
Outside the palace’s walls
Sombre wilderness surrounds me as
I slice their feeble legs in half
First,
A tribute to the unclaimed dead cows and bulls
Second,
The repayment of skinned hides, their liberation after decades old
Throbbing in crimson red,
The remaining intoxicating flesh scattered in the forest with foul scent
The same smell from the washed meats that are about to be cooked
I looked into the most flickering soul among the sea of eyes,
And drew my knife to his throat
Gently, and warmly,
I said to the prestigious noble,
“Will you free these captive cattle
from your lands, release them back into nature?”
A shiver was returned in response
From the palace’s kitchen, he served steaks with grape wines
To a round of ostentatious applause
THE PHOENIX
Cold like hell, and slimy as gel
Day after day, locked inside the cell
To become, it needed to eat away itself
The past, the guilt, and the injustice
The pain, the memory, and the limitation
It folded in the dark and slaughtered itself
There was no teacher inside
Nor was a master in guide
It was a spirit who wanted a breakout
Until one day
A favor seeped through
And caused a crack burst out with lights
A shining phoenix then broke out in sight
Vermilion feathers as coat
Their colors brightened the cold
Servants of Death stayed afar
Forced to witness the miracle before their eyes
Repeatedly till they submitted themselves to heavenly skies
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