CHAOS

We cover our hells with roses
and fear foreigners digging deep
into our glorious projections

the slinky growth from diseased weeds
no gene therapy can erase:
we reflect the chaos as gold

trying to shed the crusts of small selves
invite death for a change and lick
the narrow lake between the thighs

it's more voluptuous to float
in the sky and come out transformed
with Kali's blood dripping light and grace

and recast the seeds of destiny
in undying flowery perfume
without fear of quake or collapse