To resurrect a fairytale

The magic of tiger’s breath faded with a 9-to-5

leaving little dreamers on islands of clouds

watching aeroplanes whisk weary travelers

carrying blank expressions outlined by frost.


A big game hunter shoots an elephant

for sport

earning an ivory souvenir

in exchange for orphans.


Splattered blood stains dry grass

as naive eyes wonder when rain will satiate their


and wash away the stain of their mother.


On clouds they will celebrate among the imaginations

of the kin of their malefactors

lest they cease to be in the fortyear that follows

victims of ego

never soaring like a prism

reflecting pain into a rainbow

for others to follow in search of gold.




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