celluloid

Cut
Cut it
Cut them all
And there is blood,
Red poor blood…

This city-night not for
Street licking dogs
We the cold blooded
Don’t sleep any more
They need us tonight…
Now
Come, cut me
Cut us all
Make us boneless tiger
With some mighty teeth
to laugh

And we all actors
Street natural actors
Come and stand like
Nude goal post, perplexed:
Thighs apart for gang-ecstasy…
In the feast of extreme pregnancy,
Dance in fearful melody of mutilation
With skulls of medieval ancestors
And of modern descents

Skulls don’t have religion
Religion does have skull
Skulls, a few skulls it is
What they think and so laugh.
But with timely refreshment
With religious healings we will
Surely we will or may be
We minus I equal to We without I
Will come down to juvenile dilemma
To pee upon their burning eyes!
Then even you in a more motherly
Posture shall sit to feed us milk
Of your secular tiny breast soft

The skulls will laugh modestly,
You shall never know they too need
blood!
Red rich blood
Blood full of bloody communal arcadia
And
One orthodox director
With experienced eyes
On religious lens to say:

Light

Camera

Action…