Alice Gone Wild
Our girths and portals swell and shrink,
Adhere, adjust to what we eat,
Our appetites great stones that sink;
Condemn our home for taste of meat,
We lie and kill and steal and cheat
To have first choice to fuck hot pink.
Design the odds; we can’t be beat.
World by the tail – or so we think…
Now comes a-creep, a tiny thing.
It wears a crown, up close we meet.
“I’ll kill you all.” Now here’s the thing:
It walks the walk, pandemic sleet.
We lock things down, evade complete —
Until impulse does howl and sting.
“No bug can curb our stomping feet!”
Our doors explode; our anguish rings.
Corpse fertilize green living things.
We are no more except to feed
Now balanced chain; our absence sings.
A soft goodbye whispers the trees.
Today’s offering is a quatrain with rhyme scheme abab, baba…
Anmol (alias HA) is today’s host of dVerse. Anmol says:
I would like you to think about portals today and write a verse based on your understanding or taking inspiration from the ones that I have shared here.