holy war

animals' killer instincts surged up

and a fight for phantoms began.

their fight bloodied the moon above

and scented the air with carrions. 

they chanted their pack's pride

with their holy mouths that  

had blasphemed others.

they hid their claws and tusks,

safe for retribution of non-believers

while they praised in caves 

of their generous and welcoming phantoms.

food chains were long broken

for animals are all carnivorous now

and they relished on each other's flesh.

their caves grew bigger and bigger,

carved into mountains with outsiders bones.

the packs always knew

what their phantoms needed

without a sign or a command.

their phantoms started demanding 

unholy skulls filled with outsiders' unholy blood 

so to purify the impure

and to set the order of nature right.

ambushes and attacks grew 

to satisfy the demands of their phantoms.

their phantoms were invisible

but the packs knew they were invincible

and they should be sated.

the fight for the most invincible phantom

began more ferociously and went on and on

with endless deaths and holy offerings.

animals' killer instincts surged up.

their faith in their phantoms went crazy up.

their invincible phantoms were invisible

and so they stayed all the while.

Gayathri Tamilselvan

April 06