Eating Out Poem by Biajy Mohanty

The pot waits on the simmering amber
Night slithers through the fingers of the autumn trees
A dead moon looks down choking
on the toxic emotions.

Inside the pot…
Flesh simmers in radiance of
fat and sweat. Desire waits
for an opportune moment to tear
the guards apart.

All is quite, restive, redolent…

I stand amongst
Hollowed-out apparitions
Elegance shrouding nothingness..
Waiting for the stew to mature
and serve
my esteemed guests.