The Hunter and the Scavenger

Photo by Julian Hanslmaier on Unsplash

His eyes are fierce, like a dense forest
That burns a lot of benign woods
Over the facade of flooding farms
For the faraway minds and myths

It is converging like a molasses
The crucible of caste and class
The shadows and the walls
The hunter and the scavenger

Prophets are riding on the rust
Spreading on their muted fist
Eclipsing their tangential terrains
Entangling every ensembles