White Noise
By Amrit Sidhu
Run into the field of bounty,
of all that is aesthetically
pleasing.
Bask in the glory of its scent.
Let its poison overflow your lungs
and kill every living cell
within your essence.
Run into that field of
extravagance.
Where sunflowers follow the
path of light
and bestow smiles upon the world.
For behind those smiles lies a deep,
hidden meaning.
Tall and surmounting any
imposing force,
the sunflowers rise up against the world.
Grimacing over the weak and powerless below.
Sucking up all nutrients
and scoffing at the famished.
Run into the field of mercy
and allow yourself to become entranced
by the flash of colours.
They beckon those without souls.
For once you enter,
you are forever signed away as a slave of society.
A dead society full of colour.
Feed them, clothe them, bathe them,
and pray to them.
A slave of a system in which
Agua es vida.
Published on page 58 of the Spring 2012 issue of Leviathan.
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