Deep in the desert
is that which causes
the greatest of losses
The Upas Tree
it’s oozing salve
no salvation
penetration
below the skin blood-flowing
congealed
til your fate is set and sealed
The King wields worrisome
instead of wisdom
looking to obtain the hail-rain
to claim his neighboring kin
as part of his dominion
Seeking out the tree
he
flies like a bird
to sting like a spiked leaf
creeping crawling
shopping at the mall
and then its in his hands
Poison droplets
to turn peace
into a violent dance
I guess that’s what happens
when the mirage is replaced
by a consumable toxin cutting straight to the chase
River of sweat wiped away
carried tedium he’s only just begun
merchant of death ready to have some fun