Exits Poem by KATOCH P C K PREM

EXITS
In moments of fulfillment exist
strong walls,
and so a God -an idol
for a distinct and private exploit,
discounts smoky air that stifles
as he gnashes teeth.
Aliens in manlike figures land up,
on a sandy mount in a searing desert
here live shadows in light
and men transmit fire and heat,
near the seat of God,
as he looks up to curly smoke.
In some temple, mosque or a church,
inhabits violence and sins manifest
saints dance with the bar girls,
gun-trotting guards on alert,
as bags of cash open when the bid starts
buying clout and muscles in domes.

He sends models nude to dupe and lure
men of people
either in khaddar or khaki or thoughts
of scissors red.
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Rising sun initiates global shift,
in ancient teachings of faith
as rays kill men of Lords and Gods,
and belittle aliens on earth,
raising long statuette in vainness,
as he drinks local liquor
and vomits out belly's dirt.

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