Shadow of the effigy of a unicorn probing
burning shades of yolk beside a broken egg
attests the vainness of early demise.
Failure to recoup the wasted hours
shoots a black record in the divine court
against the flaw of the creator…
Born in a land glittering with relations
without bonds and family
the shell of the egg lies in ruins as
the family of rusted iron in a truck garage.
Stars and sun as pitiless employees
never care to snuff out their laugh for
they are tied against the thorny walls of hundred mounts
where sounds of whip from hellish hands
forces them on their duty.
Broken eggs as they are
will be piled in the files of Godly investigations
to be tossed into the volcanic mouths
of mindless, straight-faced serpents.
